Lifestyle: In Practice

Spanish lives in my hellos and goodbyes, in domino games with my tíos, in memories of piña coladas and mangú. I was the girl who stopped speaking Spanish at five, who traded merengue for iced coffee and skyscrapers, but still sneaks bachata into her cleaning playlists. Between two worlds, I write my rebellion in Spanglish. I am still Dominicana, even when I dream in English.

I don’t believe in perfection, I believe in intention. In crying on the bathroom floor with my tits out and God still pulling me into His arms. I believe in girls who hex their exes and still pray for their nieces’ safety. I believe in rage, in contradiction, in horny heartbreak and petty healing. I believe in heaven for the girls who curse and cry and come and still try to do better the next day. God doesn’t want a perfect woman—He wants an honest one. And I’m her.