Broken? No, baby. I'm whole — just not for you. Not yet. Not until you learn to love the sound of my shattering as much as my singing.
— A daughter of the diaspora, still becoming. broken latina whole
I grew up in the hyphen — too spicy for the suburbs, too quiet for the family parties, too fluent in pain for people who only wanted my music, my food, my curves, my fiesta, not my fury. Broken
Wounds passed down through families, often involving unaddressed grief or the hardships of migration. Not yet
The journey to wholeness is not a destination; it's a continuous process of growth, learning, and self-discovery. As Latinas, we are not broken; we are whole, complex, and multifaceted. We are deserving of love, respect, and recognition, just as we are.
For many, the feeling of being "broken" stems from a combination of external and internal pressures:
