Why We Said Fck the Patriarchy — and Made it a Collection

This isn’t just about a T-shirt or a makeup bag.
It’s about where I came from — and what I survived.

I grew up in a home ruled by fear.
My father was violent. He had this way of turning from calm to chaos in seconds.
One minute things were quiet. The next, I was flinching at a slammed door or a sudden voice raised too loud.
There was no warning. No logic.
Nothing we did was ever right.

I learned early on to walk on eggshells.
To read the air, to shrink myself, to be small and quiet and invisible — anything to avoid setting him off.
But no matter how careful I was, it didn’t matter.
The rage always came.

And for too long, I believed that was normal.
That women were meant to endure. That men were allowed to explode.
That power meant control — and that love came with fear attached.

But I’ve unlearned that now.
I’ve rebuilt from it.
And I’ve turned all that pain, all that silence, into something loud.

That’s where this collection comes from.
It’s a middle finger to every man who ever thought he had the right to control, belittle, or break us.
It’s a soft rebellion in your handbag. A defiant laugh. A healing scream in pastel pink.

F*ck the Patriarchy isn’t just a slogan — it’s a sentence I wish I could have screamed years ago.
And now it’s on makeup bags, drinkware, tees — and everywhere I wanted my voice to go.

And it’s not just for me.
It’s for the girls who grew up scared in their own homes.
The women who never got an apology.
The ones still healing — and the ones who’ve found their fire.

Every piece donates $1 to Women’s Refuge, because I know what it’s like to feel unsafe.
I know how badly women need a way out — and someone who believes them.

So yeah. It might just be a t-shirt or a make-up bag.
But it’s also a weapon. A message. A legacy.
A reminder that we don’t stay small anymore. 

We fight back. Wegrow loud.
And we do it in style.