Nearly a year and half ago, I made a decision to pursue love. Love for myself, love for my work and the love of my life. I took a chance and left everything and everyone I knew to pursue a romantic love, work through my burnout, be one in myself and attempt to figure out what’s next.
I used to hide underneath my towel after a shower, from my own self. I was taught by society to be ashamed to even look at my own body. But through motherhood, I accepted my body for what it was. After seeing it change through pregnancy, giving birth in my own home, and using my breasts to feed my child, I now see my body as something powerful, something that can create and sustain life. I now embrace it completely. I feel comfortable looking at my body, and touching my body and I praise it for it's magnificence.
I couldn’t just volunteer, sit back, and not attempt to do something with the education I received in my certification class. So I started Pixoa as a social media space on Facebook in November 2015 to create awareness about domestic violence for Spanish-speaking individuals who might not know about their legal rights and court processes.
I use my body and voice to make my mark on sites which have been previously conquered. The video centers around the San Antonio River and Brackenridge Park, using these geological sites as sacred grounds for offering and prayer.
In America Latina, I have been sexually harassed, hit on and continuously undermined while trying to work and be creative. It honestly it doesn't matter what I'm wearing or not wearing. I'm tired of it. And I know this ain't nothing new, but damn it's exhausting.