Blue

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GirlShelem Celis, 19Syracuse University

My elementary school teacher asked the class, “I want to know what your favorite color is. Let’s go around the room and share with the class.”

What kind of question is that? Is our favorite color really supposed to represent who we are? Can someone get to know another person by just knowing their favorite color? I didn’t even have a favorite color. At the time my mom chose the colors of my room and my backpack and the color of my clothes. Why did I let my mother choose my clothes? Because I never cared what kind of clothes I had on, as long as it was comfortable. Every day I would go to school in a baby pink, hello kitty backpack with its matching lunch pail.

We went around the room sharing with the class what our favorite color was. Every single girl in the circle claimed their favorite color was pink or purple and the boys blue or green.

I always wanted to be part of the guys. I thought that being a guy would made me look cooler and plus it would probably get me closer to my crush. When it was my turn, I told the class that my favorite color was blue. All the boys had turned around to look at me. One boy had the nerve to say, “You can’t like blue. You are a girl”.

Wait a second. WHAT?!

“Well, my favorite color is blue, and I’m a girl and you can’t do anything about it”. I said. My teacher responded, “Any girl can like the color blue or any other color”. Okay I understand that we were kids, but how can anyone be so ignorant?

It was from this moment and on that I knew that your favorite color does represent who you are. When people ask me what my favorite color is, it reminds me that I have the right to like any color and being a girl or a woman shouldn’t suppress me in any way. Now every time that I walk into a toy store, I look at the girl section, and it’s all pink. It makes me wonder if these girls even know that they have an option to like something else. Everything is so labeled of what is for girls, and what is for boys. We are put into these boxes of how to act, how to dress, or what to like because of our genders. I say screw that. Love whatever you want, and most importantly, let children express themselves. Do not just think that when the doctor says, “It’s a girl!” that is comes with instructions. Let them be whoever they want to be.