I Left The Table Because The Meal Was Lies.™ 🍽️

πŸ’₯ The Buck Stops With Me™

I went to the silent retreat to disappear. Three months. That was the plan. A holy hideout. I’ve done it before—sit, serve, vanish. A “good girl” disappearance. Respectable avoidance. Maybe even spiritual-sounding.

Pero this time? Life had other plans. πŸ§ƒ

I lasted one month. Not because I failed— but because I finally stopped betraying myself. πŸ«±πŸ½πŸ’”

I went to tend to the girl who got pregnant at 16, became a mami at 17, and was told by the church: “That baby is a bastard. God is mad. Your body is broken.”

Her name is: I’ll Show You™. πŸ”₯πŸ’„

She’s the one who overachieved while bleeding. Smiled with swollen eyes. Handed out forgiveness like pan sobao. Held back tears in the diaper aisle. πŸ›’πŸΌ

This month was for her.

And when the kitchen drama exploded—yo, I was out.

The manager came in like a tormenta. Loud. Controlling. Disrespectful. 🚫 I tried. I got up at 4am. Washed the pots. Ate outside to stay grounded. 🧽πŸ₯΄πŸŒΏ

But my body said: No mΓ‘s. And this time? I listened. 🧘🏽‍♀️πŸ’—

Because “I’ll Show You” finally learned:

  • Being Responsible Doesn’t Mean Being A Receptacle™
  • Suffering Isn’t Sacred When It’s Silence Dressed As Service™

The shame spiral I used to feel for leaving early? I met it with cariΓ±o this time. The voice inside didn’t say “You’re bad.” She said: You’re free now. πŸ•Š️✨

I didn’t leave because I was weak. I left because I stopped normalizing dysfunction—even in sacred spaces.

Healing ain’t always incense and insight. Sometimes it’s packing your bags in peace. πŸŽ’πŸ’…πŸ½

Inner child healing moment? Realizing I wasn’t the only one running. We were all there with baggage—emotional, generational, spiritual. Some of us were carrying church wounds too. ⛪πŸ’”πŸ˜€

So for the teen moms who were told they ruined everything? Let me say this claramente:

  • You Didn’t Ruin Your Life. You Saved Your Lineage™
  • You Weren’t Broken. You Were Brave™
  • Your Child Wasn’t A Curse. They Were Your Mirror And Your Medicine™

And now?

Now I’ll Show You™ speaks with her chest, not her wounds. πŸ—£️❤️‍πŸ”₯ I don’t owe anyone a performance—not even a silent one.

I Left The Table Because The Meal Was Lies™
And I ain’t ever going back hungry again. 🍽️πŸšͺ

πŸ‡΅πŸ‡· We out here. Healing loud. Loving louder. With chancletas on and receipts in hand. Porque we don’t just survive—we shine. πŸŒžπŸ’ƒπŸ½πŸ§Ώ


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