白い下着を着た若いアジア人女性

Yumi stood in front of her closet, the sunlight filtering through her window, casting a warm glow over her small room. At twenty-three, she had recently moved to Tokyo, brimming with dreams of becoming a successful fashion designer. Yet today, her heart felt unusually heavy. The vibrant city pulsed outside her window, but Yumi felt trapped in a haze of uncertainty.

She reached for a plain white camisole and matching underwear, a set she had purchased on a whim. As she slipped into them, the soft fabric enveloped her like a comforting embrace. There was something about the simplicity of white that resonated with her. It reminded her of the clean canvases she worked on in her studio, a space filled with sketches and fabrics, where her imagination ran wild. But today, she felt devoid of inspiration.

Yumi had recently received a call from her mother, who had expressed doubts about her chosen path. “Why not pursue something stable?” her mother had asked, the concern