A shirt for those who spent their formative years in riding clothes, absorbing unspoken resentments the way their polo ponies absorbed their weight. The dressage was therapeutic. The rage was genetic. Both were inevitable.
Your therapist will recognize this shirt immediately. She will nod, take a note, and say something about intergenerational patterns. You will nod back and wonder if the co-pay covers this moment of clarity.
Perfect for weekend brunches where everyone pretends the family is fine. It isn't. The shirt knows.
