This shirt is for the women who survived the wreckage — the lies, the shame, the counterfeit identities, the silence, the masks, the running, the ache of trying to be enough for everyone except themselves.
The world told you to build a throne out of pride.
God offered you a place at the table instead.
The seal matters because daughters don’t fight for scraps in the house they already belong to.
You are not what broke you.
Not what touched you.
Not what they called you.
Not who you had to become to survive.
