It hasn’t been easy.

Since I was little, I’ve struggled with my body.

Always feeling like I never quite got to where I wanted to be physically.

Only once in my life did I hit what I thought was my “ideal weight.”

The rest of the time, it’s been a war. With myself.

Now? I’m choosing balance.

Not extremes. Not excuses. Just awareness.

Because caring for my body isn’t a trend.

It’s how I stop hurting myself.

And this… is the start of that commitment.

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There was a time when I put anything and everything into my body.

I ate whatever.

Drank like crazy.

Lived like my body had no limits.

And when I migrated, it only got worse.

Mexico was chaos—spicy food, processed meals, long nights, drugs, no routine.

Then I came to the U.S.… and kept going.

And we like to believe the body “gets used to it.”

But the truth is: it doesn’t.

The body just holds on—until it can’t anymore.

Mine shut down.

In the middle of all of it—immigration, emotional overload, stress, imbalance—I was diagnosed with lupus.

And that’s when I was forced to stop.

I had to face myself.

And admit I’d been mistreating my body for years.

That it’s not normal to be tired all the time.

That it’s not normal to live inflamed, anxious, in pain.

Now, I don’t lie to myself anymore.

I don’t use chemicals.

I choose clean products, intentional food.

And yes—it’s more expensive.

Yes—I miss the convenience sometimes.

But I’d rather have the health I’m finally starting to reclaim.

It hasn’t been easy.

Since I was little, I’ve struggled with my body.

Always feeling like I never quite got to where I wanted to be physically.

Only once in my life did I hit what I thought was my “ideal weight.”

The rest of the time, it’s been a war.

The body doesn’t get used to it. It just holds on… until it can’t.