It’s 2:00 a.m. and I’m still awake. I’m so tired that I can’t stop yawning, and with each yawn, tears form—yet, sleep won’t come. The digital alarm clock teases me, its glow saying, “If you fall asleep now you’ll get four hours of sleep.” I try again and after tossing and turning for 30 minutes I … Continue reading The Insomniac Club: For the few, the proud, the sleepy
Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms
It was October 2009; I had quit my job and was just 10 short days away from a move to Puerto Rico, when my two best friends and I got matching tattoos. It was something we had discussed just a few weeks earlier—as adult women will do when imbibing one too many cocktails. It would … Continue reading Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms
Ladies, let’s stop looking for our reflection in the media. They are not our mirror!
Okay, so back to my beauty post of last week. I really wasn't ready to continue it because my thoughts on the matter are so many and sooo not organized, but maybe the totality of them require multiple posts. Besides, I just saw something on my Facebook news feed that has me on a rant … Continue reading Ladies, let’s stop looking for our reflection in the media. They are not our mirror!
Me veo bonita (Do I look pretty?) Part I [video]
When I imagine who I am in the most abstract of ways, this is who I see... A free-spirited gypsy who loves the life that loves her back. I feel like her when I dance, free. But on any given normal day, I may possess one or two of the qualities she exudes, but for … Continue reading Me veo bonita (Do I look pretty?) Part I
5 steps to letting go of the life you NEVER had
Are you allowed to mourn what never was just because you invested so much in the hope that it could've been? During this time of year I get very nostalgic for the holidays of my past. For the days when my Mom's religion didn't prevent her from celebrating her Christmas-day birthday. It's been quite a … Continue reading 5 steps to letting go of the life you NEVER had
A Latina identity crisis resolved
There were two very real moments in my young life that 1) forced me to really look at myself and who I was, and 2) will forever be burned in my memory. In the first I was in gym class in my junior high school in a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. Another girl … Continue reading A Latina identity crisis resolved
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