Made in Ecuador

I’ve decided I’m going to cut my hair pretty short. Not a bob or anything- please people don’t be crazy! My long hair is my security blanket. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I do, however, want to let it go. I need to let this fixation go. So I’m going to get a short haircut.

On a somewhat related note: I dislike how people, especially men, associate long hair with beautiful woman (uugh). Woman are beautiful in all shapes and sizes and colors. I hate watching TV for the sole reason that we are subjected to a certain kind of beauty- skinny, long hair, pouty lips, and big breasts; sometimes big butts although generally we see this kind of physique on woman of color- latina or black women. I know these women have big butts and big hips (d’uh) (rolling my eyes). I could write a book about how irritating it is to hear and see how other people define what women of color, especially latinas, are. Please tell me who I am because I don’t know (more rolling of my eyes). I’m going to celebrate my big hips and prominent nose    ( thanks bibi for the perfect word to describe ma nez) and big owl eyes. and big mouth. Hahaha I’m big and that’s fine. For the longest time I’ve had a complex towards my body image and it does’t help when I have people telling me “Wow you fit into a size small?” or “You have cow eyes!”, like their appreciation for my appearance will make me feel better. I have this to say to you, I don’t need your compliments or piropos to like how I look.