Finding My People: My First Protest & the Power of Showing Up

I’ve spent the past few months turning frustration into fashion—designing shirts that yell, tote bags that demand change, and accessories that wear activism loud. But today, for the first time, I stepped out from behind the designs and into the movement itself.

I showed up to my first protest, and let me tell you—I felt it. The energy, the passion, the unmistakable force of people who care so deeply that their very presence radiates defiance. Standing among them, I realized that activism isn’t just about words on fabric or posts online—it’s about bodies in the streets, voices lifted high, and the undeniable truth that resistance is real.

And then, something happened that stopped me in my tracks. A woman I personally know found me, walked right up, and told me that I was her blue light—a force of hope in our deep-red community. She thanked me for existing, for speaking up, for making space for people who feel like they’re drowning in all the noise.

Honestly? I needed that. Because sometimes, screaming into the void feels like just that—yelling into nothingness, wondering if it even makes a dent. But today, surrounded by people who actually get it, I was reminded that every voice matters. Every body that shows up shifts the balance. Even in a sea of red, we are here. And we are not quiet.

So if you’ve ever wondered whether protesting makes a difference—it does. If you’ve ever felt like one tiny blue dot in a red ocean, you’re not alone. We will never let tyranny settle in as normal. We will never let corruption go unchecked. And we will always stand up for what’s right.

Because democracy doesn’t defend itself. That’s our job. 💙✊

Keep up the good work, and wear your protest every day! 👉 The Uprising Collection