Sometimes I ask myself why I have so many swimming trunks. At first glance, it might seem like a frivolous hobby, especially in general public view or even right now in this post... but when I dig deeper, I realize it’s tied to something much more personal like I mentioned in my previous swimming post. Buying a new trunk feels like a small attempt to imagine a wildly hopeful version of myself—a version I wish could exist. Compared to the models or other 'demi-gods,' I know I don’t have the perfect body—far from it—but every time I see a new design that catches my eye, I think, “Maybe this one will make me feel good about myself.” Deep down, it’s about finding something that helps me feel more at home in my own skin.
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Still, the question lingers—why Do I buy so many swimming trunks? |
Is it because I’m chasing an ideal I’ll never reach Or I’m trying to hold onto a feeling I’ve been missing? Maybe it’s a little of both. Some days, I want to let myself believe I’m great, even if it’s a stretch. Other days, I’m simply hoping to find a spark of confidence I don’t yet have—even if it lasts only for a moment. I know I’m not a model or demi god, but wearing something I like—something that feels like “me”—is my way of trying to embrace what I have.
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In the end, these trunks aren’t just clothing; they’re a reminder of my journey. They’re proof of my insecurities, yet they also mark my soul-searching journey—a reminder to be kind to myself. It’s not always easy, and there are plenty of times that I wish I could forget everything and wake up like Cinderella—granted a fairy-tale wish. But just as the clock strikes midnight, I’d quickly return to reality... that I am not Cinderella, I am Cinderella’s stepsisters while Cinderella was born perfect, to begin with... that’s not really the point. The point is at least I’m trying, in my own imperfect way, to feel a little more comfortable being me. And if the public views me as the guy with too many swimming trunks or weirdo, so be it.
Jeff
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