Skin Tights | Compression Shorts

Good boxers. Nice fit and look good, material is a little thick. Not a bad thing as the feel well made but I'll be unlikely to wear them in the heatwave

Incredibly satisfied with my order, great quality and good compression

I don’t usually write reviews for clothing, because—let’s be honest—most apparel exists somewhere between “acceptable” and “regrettable.” But then I encountered Odd Objects sports apparel for strongman, and now I feel morally obligated to speak, as if I’ve returned from a mountaintop carrying sacred tablets carved from stone (or possibly from a 400lb atlas stone, which this gear could absolutely handle). First: the quality. Calling it “amazing” feels offensively understated. This is not fabric—it’s a covenant. The stitching appears to have been engineered by people who don’t believe in failure. I’m convinced if civilization collapses, the only things left will be cockroaches, granite, and an Odd Objects deadlift shirt, still holding its shape and refusing to fray. The fit? Unholy. Mythological. This is not clothing designed for humans—it’s tailored for beings who wrestle thunder for cardio. The moment I put it on, my posture improved, my confidence tripled, and I briefly considered flipping a car just to see if the outfit would approve of me. It hugs where it should, flexes where it must, and somehow makes you look like you’ve been sculpted by an ancient deity with a vendetta against mediocrity. And the aesthetic—“badass” doesn’t quite cover it. This is gear that looks like it has its own soundtrack. You don’t wear it quietly. You enter rooms in it. It suggests, without saying a word, that you have opinions about iron, chalk, and gravity—and that gravity is losing. In conclusion: Odd Objects didn’t just make strongman apparel. They forged it, probably in a dimly lit workshop where anvils ring and someone whispers, “Make it worthy.” And somehow, they did. 10/10. Would trust it to accompany me into battle, a competition, or a very aggressive grocery run.