Perfectionism in Pink

Pink is never the violent delight; pink is polite, tender, charming, sweet, joyous... Pink is sometimes the mellow evening sky staying still above soft zephyrs, pink is sometimes a childhood bruise. Pink is nostalgia, a gentle melancholy. Josephine's family was Perfectly Pink and demanded her to be the same, but why was it matter how much pink she adorned did she always feel green?