“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 didn't know how to hold a body like mine: queer, loud, complicated, divine.

It told me to shrink. To harden. To hush my magic. And for a while, I did.

But eventually, I stopped saluting a system that didn’t salute me back.

I hung it up. I chose fabric that breathed, colors that spoke, and threads that hummed with rebellion. I chose Yonni.

This isn’t just fashion — it’s resistance in every stitch.

If you’ve ever felt like you had to wear something to be safe, respected, or accepted — this is your permission slip to strip it off and start again.

You were never too much.
You were just misfitted.

Design your own damn uniform.

🖤
– Yonni