My most Dominant colorđź¤
Funny how we sometimes don’t even notice the little patterns we create in our lives until someone else points them out. This question reminds me so much of a recent conversation I had with a friend. He made an observation that left me thinking deeply, not about fashion trends or favorite colors, but about how unconsciously we sometimes express ourselves.
He looked at me and said, You wear black a lot. I think black is your favorite color.
I laughed and quickly tried to defend myself by saying that’s not true,but then his look on my dress says it all
I looked down at myself and yes, I was dressed in black that very day. Again.
I tried to argue. I told him I didn’t think black was my favorite color. In my mind, I’ve always thought I loved white,calm, clean, pure. But he smiled and told me to take a closer look at my wardrobe. According to him, almost every time he sees me, I’m wearing black of different kinds and that it couldn’t just be a coincidence.
That was when I paused and really thought about it. Later that day, I went home and opened my wardrobe. And guess what? He was right. I was surprised. I saw black dresses everywhere, not because it was new or something, but it's something I came to realize that day. It made me wonder how that even happened. When did black become such a dominant color in my closet and why didn't I ever notice?
The truth is, I didn’t plan it. I never woke up one day and decided, I want black to be my signature color. It just happened. And strangely, I never even realized it. It wasn’t a conscious decision, it was like black quietly found its way into my life without asking for permission.
After that conversation with my friend, I started thinking deeply about it. Maybe I was drawn to black without knowing. Maybe the color gave me a sense of confidence or comfort that I didn’t pay attention to before. Maybe I loved how easy it was to style. Or maybe, deep down, it was something I had always liked, but never admitted to myself and then, something changed.
That conversation made me start falling in love with black all over again, but this time, intentionally. I began to appreciate how bold it looks, how it fits every mood and moment. It’s funny because, even though I never saw it as my favorite, black had already claimed that space quietly and confidently. I just didn’t realize it.
Meanwhile, my so called favorite color white, doesn’t even show up much in my closet. I can’t even use my wardrobe to prove that I love it, because it’s barely there. That’s when I truly accepted that sometimes, what we claim to love and what we actually live out can be two different things.
Now, when people say black is my favorite color, I smile and nod, not because I chose it deliberately from the start, but because it chose me, and I’ve finally embraced that.
So yes, black is the most dominant color in my wardrobe. Not because I planned it, but because life somehow made it that way, piece by piece, one outfit at a time. And now that I’ve seen it clearly, I’ve come to love it even more.
Sometimes, the things we don’t even plan for end up becoming a part of us. And that’s exactly how black became my silent favorite not because I said it out loud, but because my wardrobe told the truth I didn’t even know I was living.
All images of me wearing some of my black dresses