04/08/2026
My weights came with little hands and big energy 🏋🏽♀️🌿
This is my workout. This is my life. And no, it doesn’t look like what you see on a fitness app, and that’s okay.
Can we talk about something for a second? The unsolicited comments about our bodies, our weight, our health choices… they never stop. From strangers and from family. Especially in multicultural households where everyone has an opinion about your body wrapped in “love.”
Mija, estás muy flaca.
Mija, estás engordando.
You should try this diet.
You don’t look healthy.
Pick one, because somehow it’s always something. 😅
What people don’t see is everything we carry. The stress. The generational pressure. The mental load of living between cultures. The joy we find in stolen moments like this one, kids climbing on me like I’m a jungle gym while I’m just trying to move my body and feel good in it.
You don’t know someone’s full story from looking at them. You don’t know what they’re managing, healing, surviving, or celebrating.
So instead of commenting on bodies, ask how someone’s doing. Ask what brings them joy. That’s where the real conversation starts. 🌿
Save this if you’ve ever felt like your body was everyone else’s business. 👇 Tell me… what’s the most “well-meaning” comment you’ve heard from family?