Expungement Is Not A Costume 🧼
🧼 When Expungement Is Misunderstood
Some folks think expungement is a magic eraser.
One minute: culpable, the next: reborn.
Clean slate. No más problema.
🧽🪞Bye-bye record, hello “new me.”
But I’ve met the Expunged.
I’ve seen them slither. 🐍
And I say this with 🥣 and clarity:
That paper may be clean… but the spirit? The comportamiento?
😬 Not so much.
I’m not here to be la jueza 👩🏽⚖️.
I’ve never been expunged on paper.
But in my emotional, mental, and financial life?
Sí. I’ve had to start over so many times it’s dizzying.
I grew up in a house where people took what they wanted. Grownups robaban like it was tradition. Some called it survival. Some just stayed silent. But I call it what it was: generational grand theft 🎭.
Even after I stopped stealing things, I had to expunge the urge to control, to ghost people when I was scared, to call disconnection “boundaries.” To hoard love and ration empathy.
And I’ve got a son —
17 years in prison "tras las rejas" 🚔.
He took what didn’t belong to him —
but he didn’t fake redemption.
He turned himself in. Owned it. Faced it. Not because he’s a saint — but because he’s real.
Every time one of us expunges something honestly,
we dissolve those invisible chains we inherited.
The ones that whisper,
“be slicker than the next guy.”
“play nice until you win.”
“fake it to make it.”
So no, I’m not talking down.
Estoy hablando desde el corazón.
I’ve watched people try to become the expungement.
Like it’s a costume they kept on after Halloween. 👻🧌🎭
Let’s talk about Él que huele raro. Yes. I call him that — with reason. He once admitted, “I think I’m kinda creepy.” 😆🦨 Sir… if you say it, we probably feel it.
He flaunted his degrees and military medals like Febreze. But vibes don’t lie. And a résumé can’t cover spiritual odor.
Then there’s Ella con muchas lágrimas. Claims she’s a doctor. (But let’s be real — she’s a nurse, and not a particularly kind one.)
When she’s hurt?
Urgent care, x-rays, smoothies, crying, rest.
When someone else is bleeding? 🥫 “Take this. Aquí tienes sopa.”
She talks about drowning in stress but won’t accept support — porque “what if people know I take meds?” The stigma wins again.
This isn’t about diagnosis. It’s about disconnect. 💭 You can’t self-identify as healed while ghosting your humanity.
🎺 Emotional Disobedience Starts With Recognition
A lot of us weren’t allowed to notice dysfunction. 🏫 Keep the secret. Smile. Keep the mask on 🎭.
But once you feel the tightness in your jaw…
The shame in your belly…
The hypervigilance in your eyes…
That’s your system recognizing:
“This isn’t okay.” 🧠
And that recognition?
It’s a revolution in the body.
You don’t need to shame your family to name the facts. You just need to notice what didn’t feel right and let your nervous system finally believe you.
💃🏽 Real Healing Requires Disobedience
Disobedience isn’t rage. It’s quiet clarity. It’s saying “I need help” when the old rules told you to be tougher.
It’s breaking up with hustle culture. It’s letting go of being the sabia, the savior, the sweetheart.
It’s dancing, mango in hand, even if your ancestors weren’t allowed to dance. 🥭🪇💃🏽
🪇 Feel the Rhythm from Within™ — Is your rhythm honest… or inherited?
🥥 Spiritual IV Drip™ — Are you feeding your soul with truth… or with performance?
🥭 Don’t Let This Slip™ — If life gave you a second chance what are you really doing with it?
🧠✨ Reflection: Recognition, Then Disobedience
Have you had something expunged — legally, socially, emotionally?
- 🪞 What have you done with that second chance?
- 🫀 Have you evolved… or just covered it up with better language and lighting?
- 🧼 If your past could speak, would it say you’ve grown… or just gotten quiet?
Be real. Be curious. Be courageous enough to do the messy work — not just the cosmetic kind.
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