“The Uniform Never Fit Me Anyway”

I wore it because I had to — not because it ever felt like mine.

The uniform was never stitched for softness. It was not built for bodies like mine: queer, loud, complicated, divine.
It told me to shrink. To harden. To mute my magic.
And for a long time, I did exactly that.

But eventually, I stopped saluting a system that refused to salute me back.

I hung it up.
I chose fabric that breathes, colors that speak, and threads that hum with rebellion.
I chose Yonni.

Because this is not just fashion — it is resistance in every stitch. It is reclamation disguised as streetwear. It’s the audacity to dress like the world was built for you even when it wasn’t.

So, if you have ever worn something — a uniform, a role, a version of yourself — just to feel safe, respected, or accepted…
This is your permission slip to peel it off and start again.

You were never too much.
You were simply misfitted.

Design your own damn uniform.

🖤
– Yonni