Who am I?

I've been grappling with this existential question, contemplating where to begin. While considering my upbringing is an option, I'm hesitant to dwell too much on the past. Alternatively, I could use labels to define myself such as Mexican, queer, neurodivergent, and an artist, but perhaps I could talk about my beliefs and aspirations instead.

I don’t believe in gender, much less gender norms. Because I’m perceived as a woman, I’m expected to fulfill my randomly assigned gender role to eventually be someone else’s property and cater to them for the rest of my life. Growing up, I resented being sent to my mother’s side anytime she had to prepare a meal or clean. Meanwhile my brothers could enjoy themselves doing whatever else. This fueled my skepticism toward traditional roles.

My doubts extend to organized religion. Many questions about our “faith” lingered in my mind throughout my childhood, ones that my parents couldn't answer, and when they attempted to, they weren’t satisfactory. It wasn’t until 2020, when I was harassed by a priest, that I left the church once and for all.

In my worldview, there's no rigid duality of good or bad. I entertain the idea of reincarnation and believe that, in some way, we all carry a divine essence within. I believe in spirituality and energy. I see myself as a creator, particularly in the realm of art. I wish we could all have the opportunity to explore what happiness means to us. I believe in human rights, breaking generational traumas, building communities, and being compassionate towards one another. I believe in love and revolution. I believe that I am me and that I am what I believe in.