
Learning to Love the Nose My Ancestors Gave Me
Maybe this sounds silly, but I’ve always had this little dream of being in an independent film someday.
Not as the glamorous lead. More like the older sister, the mom, the tia, the kind of woman you actually know in real life.
For years, my biggest insecurity was my nose. As I’ve gotten older, left a toxic decade-long relationship, and started learning what self-love actually looks like, I’ve begun seeing it differently.
It’s my dad’s nose. It’s my family’s nose. It’s part of where I come from. Part Indigenous. Part Mexican. Entirely mine.
I want little girls who look like me the tall girls, the thick girls, the girls with strong noses and real bodies to see themselves on screen and know they’re beautiful too.
Maybe the goal isn’t perfection. Maybe it’s simply learning to be a little kinder to yourself.
And hey Hollywood…if you’re looking for a tall, thick Mexican-American mom whose face actually looks like the women she grew up around, I got you. 😂
Anyone else have a feature they spent years fighting with but are slowly learning to accept?