“A Love Letter to the Ones Who Left and Lived”

There’s a version of me that sat in silence.
She shrank. She played nice.
She swallowed rage like it was a vitamin.
And baby, she still deserves flowers.

But she’s not here anymore.

I clawed my way out — of jobs that dimmed me, closets that boxed me, and labels that tried to shrink-wrap my identity.
I left systems. I left uniforms. I left expectations so tight they left bruises.
I chose me.

That’s what Yonni is.

It’s not just a name — it’s a resurrection in soft cotton and sacred thread.
A “don’t f*ck with me” in hoodie form.
A wink from my wife while I press vinyl.
A reclaiming of every version of myself that never fit the dress code.

So, if you’re reading this and feeling like you’re still inside something that’s killing your shine —
this is your sign.

Here’s your reminder:

• You are not too loud.
• You are not too queer.
• You are not too angry, too bright, too much.

You’re sacred. You’re a masterpiece. You’re mid-rebirth.

And trust me — the 9th life looks good on you.

🖤
– Yonni