This Is Us

I’m not the son of immigrants. I’m the immigrant myself.

Born in La Raza, Mexico City.

I crossed the border before I even knew what a border meant — no family, no documents, no idea what would happen next.

I left everything behind. My family. My home. My language. The only life I’d ever known.

I grew up raising myself in South Central, Los Angeles.

I had to learn English from scratch — in ESL classrooms, on the bus, and at every job I worked.

I worked any job I could find: warehouses, street vending, cleaning buses, tech jobs, car washes, construction, tree trimming — doing whatever it took to keep the dream alive.

Brown Kids was born from that life.

From struggle. From silence. From being invisible.

Brown Kids is my resistance.

Brown Kids is my love letter to where I come from and to where I grew up.

Brown Kids is my story.

The story of every brown kid who had to grow up too fast.

Who worked twice as hard for half the credit.

Who never saw themselves in the world around them.

We don’t make clothes to follow trends.

We make clothes to tell our stories.

Every piece is made one by one, with care, detail, and quality.

Not mass-produced. One by one, and one of one.

Made in L.A. with culture, pride, and love — from a kid with a ChiLAngo heart and a Chicano soul.

**Brown Kids.

Because Brown is Beautiful.**