I used to think colors were just colors; beautiful, innocent and free of meaning.Yellow was my favorite because it reminded me of sunlight,laughter and dresses I'd twirl around in as a child.This was until my kindergarten teacher tied that to a tribe and suddenly it wasn't just a color but a label I didn't choose.
That really made me stop loving it.But I recently realised that didn't stem out of me and it was obvious that it wasn't my problem at all.That’s when I again fell in love with yellow and I find life in yellow.I love buying yellow stuff or using yellow stuff not even feeling an ounce of guilt.I now feel so alive and happy.Always yellow!
🫶🏽🫶🏽proud of you for realising it was not your problem