I’m a Mexican woman. And I carry that with pride—in my skin, in my heart, and in the way I love.
I don’t need to shout that I’m strong. You can see it in how I take care of what’s mine. My husband. My family. My home.
There’s no halfway love here. We do things with heart or not at all.
Because that’s how Mexican women are—when we love, we go all in. With our body, our soul, and our whole being.
I’m not “modern,” I’m traditional.I don’t want to compete with men. I admire them. Especially mine.When my husband speaks, I listen. And when he looks at me, I already understand.I don’t need to argue with him—because I know who he is. He doesn’t crush me, he lifts me up.
He doesn’t boss me around—he leads me with love. And I love to follow him.
Because following him means I’m on the right path.
They say being “submissive” is weakness. I say it’s devotion.
And when love is real, devotion isn’t heavy… it’s a joy.
I’m not looking for “equality.” I’m grateful for being different.I know there’s a head in this house—and it’s not me. And that gives me peace.
I don’t need to burn bras or break things to feel valuable. I know my worth when I wake up and see my family resting, safe, fed, and loved.
That’s where my glory lives. In knowing my husband feels respected, admired, and loved as the man he is.
I don’t need to be “set free.” I already am. Because I know who I belong to.
And I belong to him. Not as a slave—but as a wife. As the queen of his home, his world, and his heart.
I’m the one who prepares everything before being asked, the one who’s ready first, the one who doesn’t complain even when her feet hurt. The one who carries the whole household and still smiles for everyone.
The one who can do it all and more, but still lowers her voice when her man walks in, because to her, he’s the leader, the one she trusts, her man.
And that doesn’t make me less of a woman… It makes me more of a Mexican.
Well, I’ve got to go—there’s always something to do around the house… but thank you for being here, for reading, and for letting me share a little piece of who I am. Take good care, and like we say back home: don’t give up, and keep pushing forward. We’ll talk again soon, God willing.💖
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