"talk dirty to me"
Anne Hathaway, ladies and gentlemen.
We hear many terrible things throughout our lives, especially those of us who struggle with mental illnesses. These words never really leave our minds. To this day I remember things said to me when I was only five years old. When I go to take a bite of an “unhealthy” food, I hear the voice of my mother when we were on vacation five years ago asking me if I “should be eating a salad instead.” When I reach down and feel my hipbones now all I can hear is the anonymous person messaging me about how I’m “too thin for them.” It’s never good enough. Nothing is ever going to be enough, you will never please everybody and you are not supposed to. You are supposed to live your life for you, regardless of the opinions of others. Punishing your body in order to avoid judgement and criticism will never solve your problems. Your body is not a battleground. It is your home and it deserves love, respect and kindness. If you or a loved one—or even a stranger—appear to be struggling with an eating disorder please do not blow it off as “just a phase.” Talk to someone, reach out, get help before it’s too late. Recovery is worth it. I promise.
Credit to my best friend Jess for helping me as well as Elijah. I could not have made this project a reality without you.
I have a huge fascination with cool lights and lanterns.. Anyone else..???
I do too lol.
Abraham: They don’t accept us over there. They never have.
Selena: Hello, we’re Mexican.
Abraham: No, we are Mexican-American, and they don’t like Mexican-Americans. And they can be mean. And they can tear us apart over there. And Selena’s Spanish is…
Selena: What about my Spanish? I’ve been singing in Spanish for 10 years. It’s perfect.
Abraham: Singing, yes. But when you speak it, you speak it a little funny. And down there you gotta speak perfectly or the press will eat you up and spit you out alive. I’ve seen them do it.
Selena: Overreacting as usual.
A.B.: Dad, the music will speak for itself, Dad.
Abraham: Listen, being Mexican-American is tough. Anglos jump all over you if you don’t speak English perfectly. Mexicans jump all over you if you don’t speak Spanish perfectly. We gotta be twice as perfect as anybody else. I’m serious.
A.B.: I know you’re serious, Dad.
Abraham: Our family has been here for centuries. And yet they treat us as if we just swam across the Rio Grande. I mean, we gotta know about John Wayne and Pedro Infante. We gotta know about Frank Sinatra and Agustín Lara. We gotta know about Oprah and Cristina. Anglo food is too bland. And yet when we go to Mexico, we get the runs. Now that, to me, is embarrassing. Japanese-Americans, Italian-Americans, German-Americans, their homeland is on the other side of the ocean. Ours … is right next door. Right over there. And we gotta prove to the Mexicans how Mexican we are. And we gotta prove to the Americans how American we are. We gotta be more Mexican than the Mexicans and more American than the Americans both at the same time. It’s exhausting. Damn! Nobody knows how tough it is to be a Mexican-American.