I’m not here to tone it down, I’m here to turn it up. I’m here to claim the sass, the sparkle, and the softness, while reminding the world that being a girl isn’t a phase. It isn’t a weakness or a stereotype either. It’s an art form. One that I’ve cultivated to kick ass. Being a girl is a power source and a playground of possibility.

Pink is not passive. Pink is protest. Pink is presence. Pink is a color of contradiction. Pink is soft and loud at the same time. It’s sweet and submissive. It’s the lipstick I wear when I need armor. The velvet ribbon that ties together my boldest ideas. The hue that says… I’m here, I’m powerful, and I refuse to be beige. I embrace pink not because I’m trying to be palatable but because I’m painting my world with intention in my favorite color. Pink is my signature color. My rebellion is blush.

In my world, power looks like play. Somewhere along the way, we were told that power must be serious. That play was frivolous, and that femininity is fluff. I call BS. Play is how I invent. How I heal. How I connect. It’s the glitter in my brainstorming sessions, the drama in my storytelling, and the joy in my habits and rituals. Power isn’t just about control or being on top, it’s also about creation. It’s about a creation that thrives in play. So I’ll wear sequins to strategy meetings. I’ll doodle hearts all over my brief folders and planners. I’ll build empires with mood boards and magic markers. I’ll do all that because play is my power move.

Girly can be gritty. To be girly is to be underestimated and to somehow rise anyway. I chose softness in a world that rewards and quite frankly demands sharpness. I’m crafting beauty in the face of chaos. I show up with lip gloss and a battle plan. Girly aesthetics aren’t shallow, they’re layered. They’re coded in resilience, reinvention, and radical self-love. When I wear a bow, I’m not asking for approval. I’m declaring my identity.

I didn’t intend for this to come off as a manifesto. I work in a male dominated industry, which I plan to touch on in another blog, and I’ve been dealing with a lot of pressure lately. I start a blog and just let my brain go sometimes so I guess this is going to be my manifesto. A manifesto for all women.

I am a girl. A girl who is loud, proud, and unapologetically pink. I create with color. I lead with laughter. I build with beauty. I reclaim every glossy, giggly, glittery thing that was ever used to diminish me. I take all of that and I turn it into art. Being girly isn’t something I’ll outgrow. It’s something I’ll grow into. 

XOXO,

Savi Monroe