Wearing white
My relationship with colours has always been conflicted. High sensory processing sensitivity in my case manifests, among other things, in feeling overstimulated by bright colours and bold patterns. I've always preferred to wear neutral colours and clothing without patterns. Minimalism is often associated with this kind of aesthetic, but living with less (or perhaps lagom is a better word here) doesn't have to come with a preference towards, for example, beige and white. Perhaps it is so that humans with high sensory processing sensitivity feel attracted to spaces and lifestyles that are organised more simply. At the same time, I am in awe of nature's self-expression and love seeing colours in nature. And recently a fellow human told me a story of her backpack. The backpack incorporated fabrics designed and woven by indigenous women. The pattern and colours were so beautiful and meaningful.
Since my partner left three of his white shirts in my home, I started wearing them almost every day. Strangely, this limitation felt liberating. Experiences of freedom is perhaps not the first thing one expects from a limitation. I don't live with many items of clothing to begin with, but I experienced simply wearing a white t-shirt (or a white vest) every day as a step forward in my practice. Wearing someone else's clothing is good for sustainability. The practice of wearing clothing such as an oversized white t-shirt also normalises very simple and casual attires, which I consider important. But somehow the most prominently felt benefit for me was very personal and internal. There was such a big difference between choosing from a small number of items and wearing the same thing and the same colour every day.