What’s my label?

Where do I fit in? Is there a label for me?

I know I can pass, but that doesn’t make me any less biracial

Proudly stating that I’m biracial, I’m Latinx, I’m European, I’m an Immigrant, I’m the child of Immigrants, I’m a Woman, I’m multilingual, and god knows what else (not that anybody should have a say over this).

Who am I? My generational identity

I am part of a generation, I am part of an era, I am part of this world.

The day I decided to love my languages

I realised that my languages are not me, but are a huge part of my identity, huge part of who I am. I also understood that the world would always have issues with me, the way I look and the way I speak any language; all because I do not fit the norm.

The day I decided to love my weight

EVERY SINGLE CURVE, LINE, DOT OR WHATEVER ON YOUR BODY IS SIMPLY BEATIFUL

The day I decided to love my brain

It took me almost 23 years to realise that you can be both! You can be the person who loves documentaries but is also in love with orange is the new black; you can be a huge fan of Orwell and still read Cosmopolitan. The point here is that you need to love your brain as it is, there’s no dumb nor clever, you are YOU.