Some Days, I Run in Pink

05/05/2016 11:45 | Updated 05 May 2016

"I don't need feminism."
I hear that a lot. Sometimes, I think it. It's a hard thing to admit, but I think a lot of women feel the same. And I've come to realise that not only am I wrong; I'm very lucky I can be wrong.

Growing up I wasn't drawn to anything stereotypically 'feminine'. The only vague idea I had of 'boys toys' and 'girls toys' was the fact that they had different sections in the Argos catalogue, that girls stuff was invariably pink, and all the cool stuff (remote control cars, Science Kits, Spy gadgets) mostly had pictures of boys playing with them.

It didn't bother me. I got my spy gear, my toy cars. I had a microscope and a telescope. I had a Magic Potion making kit, where everything tasted like palmaviolets.

I had other things - I had Skydancers, Polly Pockets, and pink roller skates. I read Enid Blyton and watched Disney Princesses. I didn't avoid the pink things - just, invariably, the toys I liked came in blue. For a house with three sisters, we didn't do an awful lot of Pink!

As I got older pink started to offend me. Clothes I liked only came in pink. Shoes with pink on. Pink pens, pink pencil cases. Pink pink pink. The world seemed to throw it at me - to shout This is for Girls! Girls are pink! We've made it so damn simple to shop even a Woman could do it - just aim for the pink, put it on, and be female.

As a teenager, my wardrobe was jeans and T-shirts. Black T-shirts in fact, which came in two flavours - Band or Comedy. If I had feminine things they were purple (a colour I hated only slightly less than pink. It was pink-ish. Pink lite. Pink without admitting it).

I was comfortable, bt restricted. I couldn't wear what I liked. Because increasingly, the things I liked only came in Pink.

Pink was not just a colour. It's seemed like a state of mind. It was paper-thin blouses, low cut, V-necked tops. It was the impracticality of 'feminine'.

It's the stuff I wear now.

Now, I'm not very much older, but I came to a realisation not long ago about why it's not quite so awful.

I was shopping online for a running top - something cheap, light, for easy runs. I saw someone selling a perfectly good top on eBay - unworn, my size, ideal. But Pink.

I started to scroll past and stopped. Why was I avoiding Pink? It's a good top - not my favourite (I will always be an all-in-black runner, a running Ninja) but it's a good top. I have a pink shirt, I have pink nail polishes, I'm a grown up. I'm well aware that wearing a dress doesn't make me a Traitor to The Cause. I can wear a skirt and blouse today, jeans and a nerdy T-Shirt tomorrow, and not one single person will care. No one is going to shout at me int the street, I won't get arrested for indecency. I can wear what I like. I am very, very lucky.

I bought the top.


The difference isn't that I suddenly like Pink any more or less than I did. The difference is that I don't care what 'image' my clothing portrays. I don't care if people see me running in pastel pink and think 'Feminine'. That's their mistake, their ignorance, their problem. Boys wear pink. Girls wear pink. Non-binary people wear pink. It's just a colour.

Don't get me wrong. I would absolutely love more choice of colours for women's fitness gear. But that doesn't make women who like Pink wrong, or foolish. Choice means that sometimes, Pink is OK.

So I can go for a run in pink, with my nails done and my hair long and look 'Like A Girl' if I want, and it doesn't for a minute negate the fact that this Girl runs 26.2 miles. I can run all in black, with mud up my shins and my hair tucked back in a buff, and it doesn't make me less of a woman, because I'm not trying to BE a woman. I'm just trying to run here. This Person can wear pink, yellow, black, or whatever she damn well pleases.

We don't need feminism, if we're lucky. But it's something we fight for, for the people who need feminism. Who can't wear what they like, or say what they like. Who can't read or learn what they like. Who don't ear the same, who live in fear, who aren't safe being Female.

And aside from the big issues, we need feminism for everyone - men and women. So we can stop having this stupid fight, and just get on with bigger and better fights, as allies. We need feminism, we need equality. And some days, it's something we need inside our own heads.

Some days, I run in pink.