From all black to pink and flowers
I haven’t worn color in eight years. No yellows, purples or greens. No chartreuse, honeydew or periwinkle pink. I’m a walking black and white photo – except for the pink that flushes my face. I was 13 when I discovered Goth and decided flowers and the colors the other girls were wearing weren’t for me. It was the first time I took an interest in fashion and music. Before then, I just tried to look like everyone else. So I slowly started to add black and strip the color from my wardrobe, one retina-burning shirt at a time.