đź’Ą What You're Wearing Is a Stand
This isn't just merch. It's a movement stitched with sovereignty.
I come from a bloodline of fierce, grounded cattle breeders — 3 generations of us who bred some of the best dairy cows in Australasia. We set high-price records, milk production benchmarks, and taken out the most prestigious show-ring titles across Australia.
I’ve worked as a livestock agent in both Australia and Canada - one of the few women on the road - and I’ve birthed my babies at home with little support, standing fiercely for sovereignty and truth in times when the world was frozen in fear. No needles. No system. Just trust in the body, and the Earth.
The name you wear on your tee or hoodie is not a brand. It’s a symbol. A legacy of rebellion, roots, and truth.
I used to hide my name.
Not because I was ashamed of who I am, but because I didn’t want to be seen through the lens of family stories, old labels, worn-out scripts, or assumptions.
But I’ve lived too much, burned too brightly, and walked through too many fires to keep hiding.
This brand is the call of my soul.
This is truth wear.
It’s for the ones who don’t fit in.
The women who won’t be silenced.
The men who are reclaiming their fire.
The young ones who already see through the lies.
This is the uniform of the untamed.
It’s not fashion.
It’s a reckoning.
You’ll find no fake positivity here.
No pastel platitudes.
Just raw, sovereign expression in every thread.
Unmarked. Unpasteurised. Unapologetic.
Wear your truth.
Walk un-tamed.
Come home to what’s real.
Untamed & Unpasteurised
Wear your truth.
Come home to what's real.
This isn't fashion. This is a reckoning.
Un-tamed. Unapologetic. Unbranded.
This is not fashion - it's a f**king uprising.
🔥 Step in or step aside
🔥And the woman behind the name? She's walked through the fire, and come out sovereign.
Our Story (continued)
This isn’t fashion.
This is armour for the soul.
Threaded with rebellion. Branded with remembrance.
We are the ones who walked away from the program.
Who chose instinct over instruction.
Who stopped asking for permission to be wild, to be real, to be heard.
We speak the unspeakable.
We wear what they fear—truth.
Born from soil and scars, from motherhood and sweat,
from the sacred land and the unspoken vow to never go back to sleep.
We wear this not for attention, but for remembrance.
For every girl silenced.
For every man shamed.
For every truth buried beneath a smiling lie.
This is a call.
A signal fire.
A wearable uprising.
Wear the truth.
Burn the box.
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This isn't just merch. It's a movement.
We worship our babies for the first year or two — drenching them in affection, attention, and endless adoration. But then something shifts. Suddenly, we start pulling levers. “If you don’t behave, Santa won’t come.” “No dinner, no dessert.” “Stop crying or I’ll send you to your room.” It’s subtle. It’s everywhere. And we call it parenting. But what if we’re not parenting — we’re programming?
Procrastination is not the devil or something to feel shame and guilt for.