A t-shirt at BYA isn’t just a shirt — it’s a small act of sovereignty. The kind that says, I’m me. No permission needed. If your size isn’t there or you want something custom, we’ve got you — just reach out. Each item links to photos, details, and PayPal checkout. Prefer Zelle? Call the studio to claim the piece and send payment to beyoualwys@gmail.com (yes, it's missing the “a” - blame it on dye brain!). Got a color, vibe, or idea you’d love to see next? Let us know — it might show up in a future drop.
This one didn’t come to behave.
Bold. Hot. Unapologetic.
A hand-batiked sun in blazing orange cuts straight through a saturated crimson field like it’s got something to say — and it’s not asking for approval.
Raw lines. Zero restraint. Full presence.
You don’t wear this to blend in.
You wear this when blending in isn’t even an option.
One of one.
Gone… obviously.