It all started when I refused to fall in line. I didn’t bow to religion when they told me not to mark my body. I didn’t play by cultural rules that said I had to dress, act, or live a certain way to be successful. When my voice was ignored, art took its place. Loud. Bold. Unapologetic. I dared anyone to come at me — my art, my voice, my passion. Maybe you can relate.

That’s where League of Rebels was born. It’s a space for the misunderstood, the misfits, the curious, the fearless. A place where tattoos speak louder than society’s bullshit. Rebel or not. No judgment. No expectations. Just pure expression. We say it as it is: this is who we are — and if you don’t like it, FU*K OFF.