A dimly lit caf\u00e9, my hands scribbling letters as fast as ideas fly through my mind, and across the table? Some guy staring at me like I\u2019m on the menu. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He doesn\u2019t care about the ingredients\u2014he thinks I\u2019m the dish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Listen, a girl knowing what she wants, or in modern lingo, a \u201cwoman who gets things done,\u201d doesn\u2019t mean she\u2019s stealing \u201cmasculine\u201d vibes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
God! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That idea lingers in the minds of those still shooting Greek tragedies with thinkers who had tiny lenses..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seriously, don\u2019t aestheticize me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m just amplifying the thoughts so many women wish they could voice, without waving any flags.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m not saying this for clout\u2014it\u2019s rooted in philosophy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This isn\u2019t some trendy rage.. it\u2019s centuries of ideas that shaped how women are seen today \ud83d\ude12<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I swear, sometimes I feel like I\u2019m walking through a foggy forest, the path shrouded, a chill creeping up my spine. But still, I write. And still, I\u2019d keep walking \u2728<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So there I was, sipping coffee, scribbling lines, while being eyed like the exotic dish on the menu.. (No, this is not Jeanne Dielman hehe) <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t help but think how sad it is\u2014how many centuries we\u2019ve been tied to these ideas, all while embracing the biological role nature gave me, which I love like the nymph of this forest..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You know the deal: Aristotle thought women were \u201ca sort of incomplete man,\u201d a \u201cfailed form.\u201d From there, so much Western philosophy kept treating the female body as something without logos, without a full soul, without legitimate will..<\/p>\n\n\n\n
**<\/strong>A flawless cut, no cluttered behind-the-scenes chaos..<\/strong>**<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Making decisions, taking action, having clarity and direction\u2014these aren\u2019t exclusive to guys. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There\u2019s no contract saying this planet was bequeathed to them. \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 <\/p>\n\n\n\n Actually\u2014no, better yet: obviously\u2014they\u2019re not exclusive to any \u201cside.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019re human. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s just that, for centuries, society labeled those traits as \u201cmale\u201d because they hogged the stage while we were stuck in the wings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But here\u2019s the thing: that\u2019s just a cultural mirage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Today, a woman is a human who shines with her own worth, no price tag needed \ud83d\udc8d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A woman can: <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83d\udc8b Make decisions with confidence that captivates. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83d\udc8b Know what she wants and wink at the universe while chasing it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83d\udc8b Care for her body and mind like the masterpiece she is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And still stay tethered to her intuition, sensitivity, receptivity, sensuality and that nurturing strength that holds it all together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s feminine energy at its peak: the kind that mesmerizes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A soft wisdom with a firm edge that says, \u201cI\u2019m in charge here, their body, their life\u201d No dichotomies\u2014just a woman who has it all and flaunts it with a wink. \ud83d\ude0f <\/p>\n\n\n\n Whoever said having it all was greedy was just scared of us. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t raise a flag to be respected as a woman; I raise one for the species. We\u2019re all human.<\/p>\n\n\n\n **Gossip Sesh:**<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Babe, in a world that\u2019s been rigged for men forever, a woman who carves her own path, takes her steps, and still glows with confidence?<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s not just goals\u2014it\u2019s a revolution in heels. It takes guts to meet a man at his intellectual level\u2014often surpassing it\u2014and push through the chaos without unzipping your dress \ud83d\ude12<\/p>\n\n\n\n This week, I realized no man can truly be your friend. You can\u2019t bare your soul to them\u2014they\u2019re not real. For some reason, they always end up seeing you as an object. <\/p>\n\n\n\n For most guys, sharing your soul or a thought is just a trade for stares that linger on your hips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This week, I was having breakfast with a \u201cfriend\u201d from Costa Rica.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ugh, just thinking about it gives me chills. You\u2019re there, maybe opening your heart or just explaining something to yourself, sharing a vision, getting vulnerable in that macho logic\u2014and it\u2019s so symbolic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n While I\u2019m spilling my ideas, this guy\u2019s eyeing my body, down to my hands, with a desire practically spilling out of him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n He\u2019s looking at me like I\u2019m a precious sculpture or a vibe to aestheticize. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I swear, it felt like he saw me but made my brain invisible.. I got up and left. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m not a frame of celluloid art!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Look, I\u2019ve told you before: I\u2019m not your next obsession. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I read people like their intentions are written in a book, catch messages between the lines of their expressions, and above all, I\u2019ve got an intuition that whispers in my ear. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Trust me, if I\u2019m having breakfast with you, it\u2019s for one of two reasons: I lost my senses the day before (something that happened when I was younger) or I\u2019m keeping things strictly platonic, so I\u2019d rather have sunlight as my witness (something I do now).<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m not exaggerating, my dears. It felt gross, sad\u2014I don\u2019t even know how to put it. My body was screaming, \u201cThis is disrespect, even if it\u2019s dressed up as admiration for the body you see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n In a world that\u2019s always trying to box us in, shining as a brilliant, whole human\u2014thoughts, feelings, and all\u2014takes fire. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But earning respect, my readers? That\u2019s why I play in a different league \ud83e\udde0<\/p>\n\n\n\n So, sorry, I get that some opaque souls need my light to see in their darkness, but without respect, you didn\u2019t even catch a glimpse of me passing through your coordinates, darling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n **Feminine Energy Isn\u2019t Feminized Energy.**<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Living in a female body makes me vulnerable, but baring my friendship or soul only to be reduced to a pretty accessory? That\u2019s a slap you didn\u2019t see coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I think this is the only post where you\u2019ve glimpsed my vulnerability. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But just bc I don\u2019t write it doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s not there or that I hide it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It means I accept it, but I don\u2019t play the victim for being a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Flowing in my feminine energy doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m here to be your cute little object. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I won\u2019t be your favorite toy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n If I choose to be a doll, it\u2019s bc you see life through the same lens as me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When a woman dares to embrace her feminine side\u2014all that nurturing, soft, fluid magic\u2014people try to shove her into a passive, decorative box. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Feminine energy isn\u2019t about being submissive, manipulative, or some delicate thing that \u201clets things happen.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s fierce, it\u2019s creative, it\u2019s intuitive as hell. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m a real, radiant human, not something for you to sexualize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Remember, no girl needs someone to give her worth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n If she knows it, she\u2019ll never be the muse in some mediocre medieval play\u2019s script..<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bye now! \ud83d\udc8b<\/p>\n\n\n Hello, my dear readers \ud83d\ude18 Serving up another week of words sizzling in a hot skillet\u2014I didn\u2019t send out invites, but you know dropping by my blog is like friends showing up unannounced at your apartment. \ud83d\ude09 Lately, I\u2019ve been spinning between half-finished voice notes, a third espresso, and the quiet pressure that\u2026 In LatAm, sometimes makes being a woman with initiative feel as scandalous as walking into a church without a veil \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 You know my vibe: one foot in poetry, the other in noir drama. If life\u2019s gotta be a movie, at least let it have the right subtitles haha I\u2019m exhausted by those expired-film reels where the picture and sound never let you fully see those old masterpieces that etch themselves into your skin.. I\u2019ve always been a fan of good cinema\u2026 and I hope you catch that I\u2019m not just talking about movies haha Being real\u2014as always\u2014sometimes I feel trapped in a lost reel of \u201cLa Fille du Saint Rosaire\u201d, a film that never got released because the hero refused to be misunderstood just to move the plot along.. **Cut to: A dimly lit caf\u00e9, my hands scribbling letters as fast as ideas fly through my mind, and across the table? Some guy staring at me like I\u2019m on the menu. He doesn\u2019t care about the ingredients\u2014he thinks I\u2019m the dish. Listen, a girl knowing what she wants, or in modern lingo, a \u201cwoman who gets things done,\u201d doesn\u2019t mean she\u2019s stealing \u201cmasculine\u201d vibes. God! That idea lingers in the minds of those still shooting Greek tragedies with thinkers who had tiny lenses.. Seriously, don\u2019t aestheticize me. I\u2019m just amplifying the thoughts so many women wish they could voice, without waving any flags. I\u2019m not saying this for clout\u2014it\u2019s rooted in philosophy. This isn\u2019t some trendy rage.. it\u2019s centuries of ideas that shaped how women are seen today \ud83d\ude12 I swear, sometimes I feel like I\u2019m walking through a foggy forest, the path shrouded, a chill creeping up my spine. But still, I write. And still, I\u2019d keep walking \u2728 So there I was, sipping coffee, scribbling lines, while being eyed like the exotic dish on the menu.. (No, this is not Jeanne Dielman hehe) I couldn\u2019t help but think how sad it is\u2014how many centuries we\u2019ve been tied to these ideas, all while embracing the biological role nature gave me, which I love like the nymph of this forest.. You know the deal: Aristotle thought women were \u201ca sort of incomplete man,\u201d a \u201cfailed form.\u201d From there, so much Western philosophy kept treating the female body as something without logos, without a full soul, without legitimate will.. **A flawless cut, no cluttered behind-the-scenes chaos..** Making decisions, taking action, having clarity and direction\u2014these aren\u2019t exclusive to guys. There\u2019s no contract saying this planet was bequeathed to them. \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 Actually\u2014no, better yet: obviously\u2014they\u2019re not exclusive to any \u201cside.\u201d We\u2019re human. It\u2019s just that, for centuries, society labeled those traits as \u201cmale\u201d because they hogged the stage while we were stuck in the wings. But here\u2019s the thing: that\u2019s just a cultural mirage. Today, a woman is a human who shines with her own worth, no price tag needed \ud83d\udc8d A woman can: \ud83d\udc8b Make decisions with confidence that captivates. \ud83d\udc8b Know what she wants and wink at the universe while chasing it. \ud83d\udc8b Care for her body and mind like the masterpiece she is. And still stay tethered to her intuition, sensitivity, receptivity, sensuality and that nurturing strength that holds it all together. That\u2019s feminine energy at its peak: the kind that mesmerizes. A soft wisdom with a firm edge that says, \u201cI\u2019m in charge here, their body, their life\u201d No dichotomies\u2014just a woman who has it all and flaunts it with a wink. \ud83d\ude0f Whoever said having it all was greedy was just scared of us. \ud83d\ude09 I don\u2019t raise a flag to be respected as a woman; I raise one for the species. We\u2019re all human. **Gossip Sesh:** Babe, in a world that\u2019s been rigged for men forever, a woman who carves her own path, takes her steps, and still glows with confidence? That\u2019s not just goals\u2014it\u2019s a revolution in heels. It takes guts to meet a man at his intellectual level\u2014often surpassing it\u2014and push through the chaos without unzipping your dress \ud83d\ude12 This week, I realized no man can truly be your friend. You can\u2019t bare your soul to them\u2014they\u2019re not real. For some reason, they always end up seeing you as an object. For most guys, sharing your soul or a thought is just a trade for stares that linger on your hips. This week, I was having breakfast with a \u201cfriend\u201d from Costa Rica. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me chills. You\u2019re there, maybe opening your heart or just explaining something to yourself, sharing a vision, getting vulnerable in that macho logic\u2014and it\u2019s so symbolic. While I\u2019m spilling my ideas, this guy\u2019s eyeing my body, down to my hands, with a desire practically spilling out of him. He\u2019s looking at me like I\u2019m a precious sculpture or a vibe to aestheticize. I swear, it felt like he saw me but made my brain invisible.. I got up and left. I\u2019m not a frame of celluloid art! Look, I\u2019ve told you before: I\u2019m not your next obsession. I read people like their intentions are written in a book, catch messages between the lines of their expressions, and above all, I\u2019ve got an intuition that whispers in my ear. Trust me, if I\u2019m having breakfast with you, it\u2019s for one of two reasons: I lost my senses the day before (something that happened when I was younger) or I\u2019m keeping things strictly platonic, so I\u2019d rather have sunlight as my witness (something I do now). I\u2019m not exaggerating, my dears. It felt gross, sad\u2014I don\u2019t even know how to put it. My body was screaming, \u201cThis is disrespect, even if it\u2019s dressed up as admiration for the body you see.\u201d In a world that\u2019s always trying to box us in, shining as a brilliant, whole human\u2014thoughts, feelings, and all\u2014takes fire. But earning respect, my readers? That\u2019s why I play in a different league \ud83e\udde0 So, sorry, I get that some opaque souls need my light to see in their darkness, but without respect, you didn\u2019t even catch a glimpse of me passing through your coordinates, darling. **Feminine Energy Isn\u2019t Feminized Energy.** Living in a female body makes me vulnerable, but baring my friendship or soul only to be reduced to a pretty accessory? That\u2019s a slap you didn\u2019t see coming. I think this is the only post where you\u2019ve glimpsed my vulnerability. But just bc I don\u2019t write it doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s not there or that I hide it. It means I accept it, but I don\u2019t play the victim for being a woman. Flowing in my feminine energy doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m here to be your cute little object. I won\u2019t be your favorite toy. If I choose to be a doll, it\u2019s bc you see life through the same lens as me. When a woman dares to embrace her feminine side\u2014all that nurturing, soft, fluid magic\u2014people try to shove her into a passive, decorative box. Feminine energy isn\u2019t about being submissive, manipulative, or some delicate thing that \u201clets things happen.\u201d It\u2019s fierce, it\u2019s creative, it\u2019s intuitive as hell. I\u2019m a real, radiant human, not something for you to sexualize. Remember, no girl needs someone to give her worth. If she knows it, she\u2019ll never be the muse in some mediocre medieval play\u2019s script.. 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