a compilation of my woes, fears and accomplishments.
Millennial girl, in a millennial world.
Even if my Mexican, primarily Spanish speaking, mother had taken the time to sit me down at age 9 for the flowery, glittery womanhood speech… It would not have prepared me for the shit show that I find myself navigating through today. Literally none of it would have been relative to my life. She definitely would have emphasized the need to be the ideal mother and wife. You know the one who cooks and cleans and takes care of the children and maintains a full time job and memorizes every single family member’s social security number and somehow still manages to remain married to a hard working, faulty, alcoholic man. You know the one?