A couple of weeks ago, I was on the subway and an adorable boy, probably eleven or tweleve, was wearing a light pink shirt and jeans. When he turned in my direction, I saw his shirt said, "I like wearing pink. Get over it."
And while we were on the train, another kid saw his shirt and laughed. That mean kid started whispering to the friend he was with on the train. I almost got up and told them to stop, but I watched the kid in the pink shirt standing tall and not even looking in their direction.
When it was time for me to get off, I said superloud to the kid in pink, "I LOVE your shirt" and shot a look at the mean boys. The boy in pink grinned and I haven't forgotten the look on his face.
Fashion in this city is so different and everyone has their own look. Right now, I'm still digging that boy in pink.
Hope everyone had a fab weekend!