Technically, It's Salmon.

I was not a very coordinated kid. Movements, colors, emotions - everything was thrown into a giant blender and then smashed into my brain and my perception of the world. When I was little, my mother recalls how I used to demand that all of my dresses 'twirled'; by age 12, I wouldn't have been caught dead in a dress, let alone anything fancy-schmancy. Black band t-shirts and scruffy jeans were my thing and I loathed the color pink.

Around the time of my freshman year of college, I began to explore a little more. I grew to admire some of my contemporaries and the statements they could make about themselves just by choosing a different pattern than what I'd seen before. I tried to imitate them and failed. Then, I chopped off my ridiculously long hair to a pixie cut, and suddenly, finally, I felt like me.

In the long and short of it - I've been on a journey of finding my own confidence, escaping self-consciousness. Perceptions of myself and what I should be have clouded my judgement. But now, I want to take these ideas, use them, and see what happens. I feel like life is too short to limit myself to one viewpoint, one style, one routine, and I'd like to begin documenting my discoveries.

I put on this dress two days ago and realized that fifteen year old me would have gagged. I hate the color pink, after all. But this color? Well, technically, it's salmon.