The Grief Tank You Can Actually Breathe In

Let me tell you a secret about funeral potatoes: they never judge you.
Cheesy. Carby. Comforting. Which is more than I can say for 90% of the tops in my drawer.

I designed this tank for that version of me—the one who shows up late to the potluck but brings emotional labor and a hot dish. The one who says, “I’m fine,” but means, “If I don’t lay down in the next 12 minutes, I will combust.” The one who doesn’t want compression or cutouts or cuteness. I want a damn tank top that lets me eat, cry, and nap without needing shapewear or a therapy session.

This tank is soft. It doesn’t ride up. It stretches, it breathes, it forgives. Like the best casseroles and the chillest friends.

Buy it. Layer it. Live in it.
Then eat your damn potatoes and take the nap.