I Left The Table Because The Meal Was Lies.™ 🍽️
💥 The Buck Stops With Me™
I went to the silent retreat to disappear.
Three months. That was the plan. A holy hideout.
I’ve done it before—sit, serve, vanish.
A “good girl” disappearance. Respectable avoidance.
Maybe even spiritual-sounding.
Pero this time? Life had other plans. 🧃
I lasted one month.
Not because I failed—
but because I finally stopped betraying myself. 🫱🏽💔
I went to heal one of my inner young adults—
la chamaquita that got pregnant at 16,
became a mami at 17.
The one who heard from the church:
“That baby is a bastard. God is mad. Your body is broken.
Your future is doomed.”
Her name is: I’ll Show You™. 🔥💄
She’s the one who overachieved while bleeding.
Who smiled with swollen eyes.
Who handed out forgiveness like pan sobao.
Who tried to save face while holding back tears
in the diaper aisle. 🛒🍼
This month was for her.
And when the kitchen drama exploded—
yo, I was out.
That manager came in like a tormenta
with chanclas on backwards.
Loud. Controlling. Disrespectful. 🚫
I tried. I really tried.
I got up at 4am.
I washed the pots.
I smiled through the mess.
I ate outside to avoid the nonsense. 🧽🥴🌿
But then my body said:
No más.
And this time? I listened. 🧘🏽♀️💗
Because “I’ll Show You” finally learned:
- Being Responsible Doesn’t Mean Being A Receptacle™
- Suffering Isn’t Sacred When It’s Silence Dressed As Service™
That shame spiral I used to feel for leaving early?
I met it with cariño this time.
Because guess what?
The little voice inside didn't say “You're bad.”
She said: You’re free now. 🕊️✨
I didn’t leave because I was weak.
I left because I’m no longer training myself
to normalize dysfunction—not even in sacred spaces.
Healing ain’t always angel wings and incense.
Sometimes it looks like packing your bags in peace. 🎒💅🏽
Inner child healing moment?
When I realized I wasn’t the only one
who came to that retreat trying to outrun something.
We were all there with bags—not just luggage.
Generational, emotional, spiritual baggage.
And some of us had carry-ons from the church. ⛪💔😤
For us teen moms who were told we ruined everything?
Let me say this claramente:
- You Didn’t Ruin Your Life. You Saved Your Lineage™
- You Weren’t Broken. You Were Brave™
- Your Child Wasn’t A Curse. They Were Your Mirror And Your Medicine™
And now?
Now I’ll Show You™ speaks with her chest, not her wounds. 🗣️❤️🔥
Now I don’t owe anyone a performance—not even a silent one.
Now I remember:
I Left The Table Because The Meal Was Lies™
And I ain’t ever going back hungry again. 🍽️🚪
🇵🇷 We out here.
Healing loud.
Loving louder.
With chancletas on and receipts in hand.
Porque we don’t just survive—we shine. 🌞💃🏽🧿
💌 Want More Of This Inner Healing Juice?
Read the next chapter here:
😭 Crying Soul Tears on Waxed Floors ✨
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