Colour

This post is a part of the IndieWeb Carnival and is about the theme of colours.

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Colour is funny to me. When I was growing up, I hid away from colour. My clothes were grey and black. My belongings were black. I wrote in black, and I didn’t dream when I slept.

In sixth form I discovered I have dyslexia. Colour became a tool I used, to make things contrast, to make things different. I would recolour the first question in orange, and the second in purple, so I didn’t get them mixed up. At the same time, I was discovering who I was. I started to change my wardrobe. I wanted to add something subtle but different, something that I would want to look at. Muted colours came into my life.

I chose my name, and I designed my logo. I took a closeup photo of my eye, and drew a precious stone in that colour. It was something I wanted to stand out, to pop in the tiny spaces it would be placed in. Something that was linked to who I was, and who I was becoming.

I gradually became more comfortable with colour, more than just blackand white and grey. Always the thing I cared the most about was the contrast and the gradient. Colour was to make things different. Colour was to make things new. Colour was to make things distinctive. Colour was something I picked with care, but it was something I picked more and more.

Now, I wear maya blues, jungle greens and carmine reds. Colour is one of the ways I show myself, and say that I am a person too, that I am something that is worth looking deeper at.

Colour is difference. I'm not going to hide that anymore.