I love you

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You are probably wondering who this blog will be about? Hmm. I want to start by saying it again. I love you.

Why do I love you? I love you because you have always been with me. I love you Guady G and the G stands for Great or Gorgeous. It has taken me 50 years to realize how freaking awesome I am. Have I become boastful? Do I have an inflated ego? No and no. I  finally realized that I don’t need external validation to make me feel loved or beautiful. I really love myself. Do you love yourself?

It wasn’t always this way for me. Growing up as a shy individual and being smart were a perfect combination to be prey for a bully.   Each time I was picked on it hurt and I internalized it. I believed it.  I was once told by a girl at age 9 that I should become a nun because only God would love me. She said I was too ugly for anyone else to love me.  I cried every night before I went to bed praying for a different face, asking the Gods to make me dumber so that I could be liked. I just wanted a friend and someone to love me.

The teacher would make me stand in front of the classroom and state “Guadalupe got another A and I’m proud of her”.  I felt all the sneers and I just wish I had the guts back then to tell her to please stop. School was a nightmare for me but my home was nice. My mother’s arms my haven. She would tell me I was beautiful and she loved me.  I was happy at home but school was another thing.

I was content when I graduated from grammar school. High School would be different I thought but it wasn’t . Less bullying but still no boys liking me until I met Ricky Lopez in the 9th grade.  He said I was beautiful, sweet and nice. I was confused he would say these things to me because he was blind. He couldn’t see me! How could he know anything? I thanked him but on a deeper level I didn’t believe him.

For my senior prom I went with my friend -a girl.  Ray my classmate said we would go together and it was only a practical joke. Not funny but painful.  Why didn’t he think I was pretty? That girl in grammer school was right–I should become a nun.  Thank God I didn’t because I love the male gender.

These are just a few stories of my evolving to where I am now. Something started to click in my mid thirties. Perhaps all those self-help books and free therapy sessions from my eldest sister were finally sinking in.  It has been a journey but I finally understand what Ricky told me back then. I understand it fully at age 50. Took a long time but I’m here.

It’s about my essence and it’s about true love. Love should not be based on someone’s face, the size of their wallet or the external validation they are giving you. Its about their essence. Love their true essence and they are beautiful just like I was to Ricky.  It’s about your essence so love yourself.

Put downs, bullying, and sneers no longer work on me. They are just words without any significance to me today.

Signing off Guady G

Hugs from Brooklyn

Lulee

My Sister sister

Good morning World

I woke up at 5 am and with my sister on my mind.  You are probably going to wonder why I need to write about this or why I simply just don’t pick up the phone and tell only her.  Well, because I want the world to know.  She just simply is that wonderful.  She is elder to me and the second born in my family of 5.  I love them all but today I want to write about her.

Yes we picked on each other growing up.  I was very shy and quiet back then.  I did not have many friends in grammar school while she was popular.  I have always looked up to her.  She was a natural-born leader.  She would just show up and all these kids would want to do whatever she was doing whether it be talking, playing or just standing near the fence looking awesome at age 12.  She made us laugh recounting things that happened in school.  School for me was tough being that I was shy but our walks home  were something I look forwards to.

She was an anti-bully advocate stopping Rosemary– no not you Rosita, Rosita, Rosiiiiiiita from ever bullying anyone again.  She didn’t use her fists.  She used her words.  My sister was very brave even back then as a pre-teen.

She was a classy dresser even in winter.  Her long black locks were her prized possession.  A hat was unheard of and yet she barely ever got sick.  I looked like an Eskimo walking around and I was always catching a cold.  Never understood that one.

My sister was a business woman before she turned 14.  She walked not only with my two brothers and me but also with at least 5 or 6  bratty kids from the school to a daycare center 8 blocks away.  I have no idea how she managed for all of us to be safe and not get hit by a car.  By this time my eldest sister was in highschool and my mom working more hours.  She was in charge.  She was making mula and buying her own skippies. so cool! Remember those?

She also was a baby sitter for many on our block.  She practically helped raise my little brother and she wasn’t even 10 back then.  Adults trusted their babies with her because of her endless love.  When I got divorced she gave up her summer vacations and breaks to take care of my daughter so I could study while in Med School.  She has helped me with money while in college and not your 25 dollars either.  She has always been there for me be it money wise, advice wise and time wise.

But somehow now we don’t see each other that often except at the family parties.  We don’t speak unless we are criticizing each other.  I don’t know what shifted but I miss my sister and I don’t want to wait any longer to let her know.  I want everyone to know just how great she is and I could probably write a book just about her and maybe I will.  She is strong for she could carry my asleep daughter at age 6 when I couldn’t.

She is very talented.  She can perfectly build anything, interior decorate, help you declutter,  throw an absolute ravishing  themed party, dress like a runway model, drive barefoot, tie a knot on a cherry with her tongue, care for my mom like no other, and advocate for any cause she loves and holds dear.  She loves the heck out of her nieces and nephews.  She was the one that stepped in and guided my daughter as a newborn, infant toddler and even now. She paid for her swimming classes, a portion of her 18th birthday party, and part of the fund for her travels.  I can go on forever but I will stop here.

Lulee I love you and I miss you.  I want everything shifted back because I still admire you for everything you stood for as a pre-teen and for what you stand for now.  Thank you for always having my back even if we didn’t see eye to eye.  Thank for being self-less and for caring for mother the way you do.  I am a doctor but you can stomach hearing medical issues more than me.  You are a super rock star and should be celebrated by all that know you and all that have yet to meet you.  Have a pleasant day and I will see you soon.  Now I am crying because I feel so happy to finally let you know.

Signing off your Sister la Brujie

Hugs from Brooklyn