Her bedroom made me feel sick, with its pink walls, princess bed and matching curtains. An ornate dressing table littered with lip-sticks and pungent perfume. Her bookshelves are home to the last of her dolls and teddy bears, books about clothes, hair and make-up along with stories of princesses and girls in boarding school having lame adventures. In one corner is a large pink framed mirror which she spends ages in front of, admiring her latest item of clothing or hairstyle. On the floor is a fluffy heart shaped rug… in pink of course. And perched on her chest of drawers is her TV & DVD player… in pink!
My room was cool. I had my TV and games console with gaming chair in the middle of the floor. Model aircraft hanging from the ceiling, a desk with my paints, glues, and files on which I constructed all my model kits. I had a camouflage duvet and matching curtains. My bookshelves were home to yet more models, all of which I’d built myself, alongside a few old toys which I couldn’t part with, my books about tanks and trains, fast cars and aeroplanes as well as swashbuckling tales set in days of old, sci-fi stories from the distant future and modern tales of espionage and adventure.
I sympathised for her. It must be horrible having to wear clothes you really hate. I mean, I also have to wear clothes I hate on occasion, usually a wedding or christening too… but at least I’m not forced to wear frilly prissy dresses with tights and flowers in my hair. I tried to imagine how she felt, being forced to be somebody she’s not.
For some reason, I went to watch the rose queen parade. The rose queen herself wore a long white gown with a silver tiara in her hair. She followed a group of younger girls all dressed in matching short dresses with white pop socks, each throwing confetti into the air. Behind the rose queen was a group of older girls, one of whom was the girl from the skatepark. All wore identical green frilly dresses with lacy tights and heels, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand and waving with the other. The girl from the skatepark clearly wasn’t enjoying herself as she forced a smile and half heartedly waved her lace gloved hand at the crowd that lined the street.