I bought this tank top when I was 17 and wore it, much to the dismay of my hyper religious community. As a male, my clothing wasnt policed to the level it was for women and girls in the church, but wearing that tank top brought me a bit of ire from leaders and “friends”. It was an important decision in a long line of decisions that would lead to my leaving that church. These days its a bit beat and tired and a little too small but it’s really the only shirt that has any sentimentality to me.
