Personal - Suits for the Theme #117

Hi Blog,

As I got older, I realised that my love for fitted clothing and the colour white was never just a random preference. It wasn’t about trying to look bold or different. It was something that quietly rooted itself in me over the years — a mix of imagination, childhood influences, and how I wanted to see myself. These choices were pieces of my inner world slipping into the real one.

Sometimes, the styles we choose carry stories we never say out loud.

When I think back, a lot of my inspiration came from the heroes I grew up admiring — Spiderman, Ultraman, Kamen Rider, Power Rangers… all these masked characters who carried confidence without ever showing their faces. Their suits weren’t just outfits; they were symbols of identity, strength, and purpose. Maybe that’s why fitted clothing appeals to me. It’s not about showing off — it’s about feeling aligned with that quiet strength, even if I’m not as toned or heroic-looking as them. And then there’s white. To most people, white is just a colour. But for me, it has always stood for something clean, simple, and quietly confident. White reveals everything, yet hides nothing — and maybe that honesty attracted me. Even though white trunks, white cycling jerseys, or white trisuits are uncommon or seen as “too risky,” I felt a connection to that boldness. Not the loud kind of bold, but a soft, personal one. A kind of I want to feel like myself bold.

Of course, the worries were always there. Misunderstandings, labels, people thinking too much about what a piece of clothing meant. It didn’t help that fitted clothes sometimes showed unintentional bulges — something I felt embarrassed about, even though I wasn’t trying to attract attention. I just liked how the clothes looked and how they made me feel. But each time someone judged or teased, a small part of me wondered if I should change myself just to avoid trouble.

But the deeper I explored this, the clearer it became: my choices weren’t about trends or labels. They were pieces of who I am — the values I admired, the imagery that shaped my younger days, and the quiet confidence I wanted to grow into. And that realisation slowly helped me accept that I don’t need everyone to understand. In the next part, I’ll share how I finally learned to wear what I like without feeling the need to explain myself.

Jeff