I would like to congratulate the Madrid Cibeles Fashion Week people. They were the first people to enstate a requirement of a minimum size for their runway models. They chose a Size 38 (US 8) with certain BMI measurements that are within the "healthy" category. I watched a lot of the show. The models were beautiful, they still "looked like ( Read more... )

i haven't written on here in a while because i haven't really felt the need to, however, a while ago i was surreptitiously added onto the friends list of a pro-mia site whose main message is to celebrate being sick. when i asked to be taken off the site, i was refused and told to move out of california (a california-based site) if i didn't like it ( Read more... )

Now, Spain hasn’t been all bad. Just so you all know, I have definitely made the right decision coming here and I’m not ready to go back home, no matter how homesick I get. The previous entry summarizes how I’ve been feeling with my recovery, but now I’m going to remind myself and share with you how Spain has been perfect for my recovery ( Read more... )

I had a dream two nights ago. In the dream my husband got mad at me for ignoring something he needed while I had been dealing with roommate problems. I felt guilty, but betrayed that he didn’t understand that these were things I needed to deal with. I explained how these roommate problems were somehow related to the Flamenco work I should’ve been ( Read more... )

some time ago, when everything was still somewhat new and i was still wearing layers and layers of clothing, my friend, my husband, and i spent a sunday walking about and ended up in an irish pub named la fontanilla (ok, it’s a spanish irish pub). it was during that period of winter that i like to remember as the, “i’m fine it’s just this ( Read more... )

the anton martin metro stop is dark and dank. you can tell it’s one of the old metro stops from when the tunnels were first constructed. you climb out the steep concrete stairs, telling yourself that none of the staircases in spain would meet american city codes. it’s no surprise when a couple of weeks later, you fall down the metro stairs head- ( Read more... )

“back in cuba i had this neighbor who was so scared of germs, she wouldn’t even let you look at her only daughter. if anyone even touched her daughter with the tip of their finger, she’d scream, tell the little girl to go over to her, and then she would wipe her with rubbing alcohol. she wiped her so much with rubbing alcohol as a child, the poor ( Read more... )

another new family member is my cousin’s mother. it was a trip meeting her, she looks so much like my dad. so does my cousin for that matter, but looking at my cousin makes it even more obvious that the family partly descends from black cubans whether they want to admit it or not. i figured out my aunt is actually one of the first to admit it. ( Read more... )

extended family is not something i’m used to. i’ve gotten used to it since i got married. my husband’s family is huge and pretty close. also, most of them live in los angeles, so we often saw each other. my family was always apart. there’s family in cuba, florida, new york, and spain, but for a long time we were the only contingent in los ( Read more... )

well, i´m here. i´ve been here for over a month now. every once and a while, it´s still unreal to me. i feel really out of touch with myself because i haven´t had the time to reflect and keep up this journal. i´ve been spending all of my time adapting and readapting to new situations. my husband and i spent a month doing a tefl certification ( Read more... )