I drew the logo without really thinking.Just a line – raw, fast, almost angry.It didn’t look perfect – but that was the point: it was real.I’ve often felt like I don’t fit in.Too quiet, too different, too much.This symbol was my quiet defiance. My small “I’ll stay anyway.”Then I started making shirts.Not in bulk – one by one.With bleach, with batik, with my own hands.Each piece is one of a kind.Each carries something of me – and somethingI don’t want to swallow anymore.I don’t want to belong if it means I have to bend.I don’t want to turn myself down just to make it easier for others.This logo stands for everyone who fights,who dreams,who keeps going even when no one’s watching.It’s not about fashion.It’s about daring to be yourself.Not giving up.Staying loud, even when it’s uncomfortable.I wear this logo because I know what doubt feels like.And I know what it means to keep going anyway.It’s my sign.And maybe it’s yours too.