When it comes to clothes, I love playing with colors. Thankfully, my skin tone allows me freedom to wear almost any shade I feel like wearing. I have the standard black, gray and navy blue blazers but I also have pink and yellow green suits neatly tucked away somewhere inside my cabinet. Tucked away? Because I haven’t worn them in three years!! (But they still fit me, hahaha. I needed to say that). A peek inside my closet reveals tops of varying hues and shades as well.
Alas! Poor colors have stereotypes: red is assigned to anger or passion even love while green is hope. Innocence and purity are unanimously given the color white . Black is assigned to grief or darkness. (if colors could talk, I think black will shout the loudest protest.) Pink is said to be love, fragility, femininity while blue is peace. Yellow is happiness. Purple is royalty. Orange is intelligence. The list is endless.
When I am in my spirits, I wear the brightest of colors to reflect the mood but when I am feeling the blues, my clothes would echo what’s inside. A lot of times though, I make a deliberate move to wear the color that is opposed to my emotions. Call it pretense, I call it privacy.
My inner world wears a gamut of colors as well. Its meanings defined by a dictionary all its own.
Today my inner world wears a certain color that I had the day before and the day prior, the day before that and even the day before that. On occasions, I try to don a different hue but find myself wearing this color again. I guess I have the freedom and the right to wear it without any explanation. (well, because I couldn’t give any). How long will I be wearing this color? I am not sure. I hope it can be sooner than later. In the meantime, let me wear it , making sure it doesn’t get the better of me. (fine, occasionally i let the my control slip)
Each day, my outer clothes carry varied hues but let me wear a hue of my own inside.
Call it pretense. I call it privacy.
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