When I was young, I loved swimming even though I was never good at it and had a mediocre body. I used to watch those confident ones glide smoothly across the pool while I swam near the edge, quietly wishing I could be like them; I just envied them. In my schooling time, swimming competitions were common, and I remember one of my classmates who stood out — not just for his skills, but for his confidence. While everyone wore black trunks, he wore a blue one. It wasn’t the colour that caught my attention, but the courage behind it.
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| “Confidence isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s the quiet wish to feel at ease in your own skin.” |
Since then, I told myself that one day, I would wear something that gave me the same courage he had. When I looked around the shops, almost everything was black or darker blue — safe colours, but they all felt so meh to me. They lacked the life and confidence I was searching for. Then, I saw a celebrity in a magazine wearing a white trunk — he looked confident, natural, and free. (you may read more here) White was my favourite colour too, and it felt like it represented something I longed for: purity and self-belief. I searched everywhere for one, and when I finally found it after months and nearly years of looking, I felt like I had achieved something small but deeply personal.
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At that time, I thought wearing white would make me confident overnight. But confidence doesn’t come with colour — it grows slowly from within. Still, that search taught me something: even when I felt small or unseen, I could still choose to believe in myself.
Jeff
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