After all…

Looking through the display of women equipment, from ruck sack to running shoes, my eyes sparkle pink stars, bubbles, and flashing lights. I pause a moment, close my eyes and reset my visual display to black, reopen them hoping for miracles… It’s worst… pink has now contaminated walls and advertisement campaigns. A doubt creeps in my head… I do not like pink that much… I may not be a woman after all.