Hi, I'm Carolina. I figured I should let you get to know me and let you into my life a little more. While the past 2 years this account has primarily been the place I share my love of food, I've decided to pivot and allow this account to visually tell the full breadth of my story
So, first things first: I'm queer (I struggled with that label for so long, but it just feels the most authentic now), I'm a proud bilingual 1st generation centroamericana, I'm on the larger end of plus-sized (It took me a long time to feel happy in my body, but with age came a gentle place of acceptance & confidence that I'm happy to be at), speaking of age-I'm 38, and I'm a cancer survivor. (I struggle with that label too, but that guilt-ridden story is for another day.) Because I sit at the corner of all these intersections, I often struggle to find a place where I really, truly fit in and feel completely at home
I'm in a strange transition period in life in regards to work/career & I think it's time I finally (at 38) try to finish that degree that's been on hold for 15 yrs--but my passion lies in social media and in particular community building around social media. I would love to be a part of building a community for passionate like-minded creative and diverse women of color in Dallas where real, authentic connection and support can take place
My favorite things are: my city (Dallas), laughing...really loud, singing (even if I only do it in the car or at karaoke after a drink or two), my family, being asked for Dallas restaurant recommendations (but be warned, I have strong opinions and will share them), makeup, 90's hip hop/R&B, and my girlfriend who is 100% my best friend. As probably made evident by my feed, I'm usually wearing the biggest smile when sharing delicious food or drinks with people I love
I'm going to start my blog (again for the 3rd time, lol) where I'll share more of my story, if you care to follow along
So go ahead, introduce yourself, I'd love to get to know you. And even more importantly, what's for brunch? | 📸 @_maribelmorales_
Yesterday campers spoke with Karina Garcia from the National Latina Institute for Reproductive Health to learn more about the organization and how to stay motivated and involved in our fight for justice. #FeministCamp
Pussy Power✨ I really wish I could say I didn't believe in PMS but sis, sometimes I'm so busy I lose track of my days. I feel my body changing- eating shit, feeling bloated, feeling extremely sad and I'm thinking what.the.fuck. Then BAM! I start bleeding. Confirming that menstruation truly is a form of cleansing. It's our natural self care routine. It's a physical and emotional purge reminding us that true power exists in what is natural and in reclaiming that. So I won't feel embarrassed to PMS, if you look at my Instagram feed you might even be able to track it based on the shit I write. And there's power in that too.. Owning what makes me vulnerable means no one else can hold it against me. I am self aware to the point that it hurts, often, so these purges are necessary to me. A sacred time. A time to let out all the feelings I thought I had under control and reasses them in order to truly clear the way for any forward steps. It's beautiful that nature takes care of us that way, that the moon serves as our tracker too, that the women most present in my life are bleeding with me metaphorically and physically. Tell me how that isn't magic? To bleed and not die but instead revive ✨ and come together. #feministeando#feminism#latinxfeminist#latinxwriters#latinxselflove#auntflow#feminista#latinx#writer#latina#latinablogger#writings#writemore#menstruation
I remember the day
My mom became a citizen-
Of this country, sure,
but also of this world.
With a piece of paper
She regained her identity
and adopted a new one
From that last name that haunted her
The one that is attached to mine
Independence in a country
Where that is the ultimate goal
A familiar one that was inherited from someone who never belonged to her either
Was hers again.
Identity, what a weight you are to those who don't have you but look for you
In letters and papers and physical features of unfamiliar faces.
On this day my mom regained what bit of that she had
And she boasted
Unlike her perpetually humble self
And for the first time
In a long time
With her head up high
Repeating her new found right to vote.
"Ahora puedo votar"
An illusion perhaps
Of some say in this country
And in her life
Which has never gone
But it was a right she fought for in between the two jobs and the two kids
Late at night with the lamp on and her children by her side
How her name sounds in
She fought for it
And i witnessed the battle being won.
How could I not vote
With such a memory?
- When I was born with this right
-please tag artist ✨