For the days you dim yourself down to be acceptable, this borrows Harajuku, where being vividly yourself is the whole point.

A kind gold around white. It rings like one clear tone held and smells of warm citrus and sun on dry grass.

Dimming yourself can feel like getting along; mostly it just teaches you to hide. It wins you nothing from anyone — it holds a bright turn toward yourself, where being openly who you are can feel like enough, not too much.