I wore yellow.
Did you know you can choose to be whoever you want and pretty much as an adult choose your life? We are all born under certain circumstances, with certain genetics and external things we cannot control to a certain extent. But there is so much you CAN control.
I always admired people who wore yellow. People who seemed happy and cheerful and bright. But that was not me. But it could be. I remember when I was 15 years old telling people in a group that my favorite color was gray. That’s okay too.
Maybe you’ve never been a hat person. You know what, you can wear a hat if you want. Sunglasses. A dress. Buzz your hair. Grow it out. It’s whatever.
My wardrobe last year was black tshirts, and black uniforms with black shoes and a tight bun. When I wasn’t wearing that I was probably wearing a black tshirt and some black leggings exhausted on the couch.
But on Sunday I wore a yellow shirt. And guess what? I felt like me. It’s a different me, but also the same. And I like it.