It has been quite a journey getting to where I am now and acknowledging who I am. Through time I have learned that who I am can not compare to anyone but can be similar to others. I am a humorous, kind, fun, love filled Latina who is success driven. As I was searching my answer every night when I laid my head to rest, the disturbance of the loud hood in Washington Heights did not let me identify it on my own. I found the greatest intelligence in one piece of life saving literature, Seventeen Magazine. The boy advice columns, style and beauty tips, health reports, and real life stories of other teenagers were my heroes. Its comprehendible words, shocking facts, and amazing trends helped me build my confidence to be classy young lady with a great head on my shoulders.
My parents are both old school with very old traditions. They both migrated from El Salvador with the hopes of living the American dream. Many times I could not sit down and have a conversation with them because till this day they do not understand. Their childhood was completely different from mine. They were forced into labor work at very young ages which lead to the elimination of education. “We came to this country to work hard, and we’re working hard for you guys” my mother would always nag my older brother and I if she ever felt we did not appreciate my parents’ work. Many times this would be when my brother and I never opened up to them or did not let them in on our lives.
A great helping hand from a publicized piece of glossed sheets with a celebrity on the front cover lead to identify who I am. This piece of media became my bible every month. It was read consistently and never tossed away (I still have them in boxes). For this reason media has become a very important part of my life and it still is.
My parents are both old school with very old traditions. They both migrated from El Salvador with the hopes of living the American dream. Many times I could not sit down and have a conversation with them because till this day they do not understand. Their childhood was completely different from mine. They were forced into labor work at very young ages which lead to the elimination of education. “We came to this country to work hard, and we’re working hard for you guys” my mother would always nag my older brother and I if she ever felt we did not appreciate my parents’ work. Many times this would be when my brother and I never opened up to them or did not let them in on our lives.
A great helping hand from a publicized piece of glossed sheets with a celebrity on the front cover lead to identify who I am. This piece of media became my bible every month. It was read consistently and never tossed away (I still have them in boxes). For this reason media has become a very important part of my life and it still is.
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