Micro Honesty™

🌱 Micro Honesty™

How One Percent of Truth Can Change Everything

As an esthetics instructor, I care deeply about who’s working on your cara and cuerpo (face and body). Aesthetic work is intimate. So if an aesthetician can’t speak up and say, “From a professional standpoint, esto (this) is what’s best for you,” then things can go terribly wrong — not just with the skin, but with self-trust. 🧖🏽‍♀️💬🪷

Example? When a client walks in with inflamed breakouts and visible pus activity, I gently ask: “Have you been allergy tested?” Many times, they return weeks later shocked — allergic to cats, strawberries, dairy, stress… or all of the above. 🌿🤧🧃

That’s what Micro Honesty™ gets us. It gets to the raíz — the root cause. It listens to the message your body is desperately trying to send. 💌👂🏽✨

And in Spiritual Estheticss™, it’s the same.

My spirit had been whispering for years: “You’re allergic to that person. You’re allergic to that energy. You’re allergic to what you just ingested — emotionally, mentally, spiritually.” 🧿💔🌍

But I didn’t know how to listen. I had inherited the silence. Inherited the grin-and-bear-it mentality. Because micro honesty wasn’t modeled for me — it was punished.

So I endured. And endured. Until I realized I wasn’t just suffering…

I was suffering my suffering.™ 😵‍💫🌪️🕯️

See, Micro Honesty™ isn’t dramatic. It’s not messy. It’s not even loud. It’s the small gut nudges. It’s the “hmm…” that bubbles up when someone says something fake, and you feel your neck tense. It’s the invisible contracts we sign when we want to be liked more than we want to be well.

🌱 Letting Your Lived Experience Speak Louder Than Performance.™
This takes time — it’s embedded deep in the generational mindset.
But we can break this wide open and say:

Spiritual Estheticss™ is about taking care of your body on the outside, while healing the pain on the inside — the kind that made you scared to be your true self. Wellness isn’t always pretty, but it is available. 🪞🔥💃🏽

Because truthfully, I wasn’t born fake. I was born sensitive, perceptive, and aware.
But I adapted. I copied others — not because I wanted to, but because I was punished for being different. 👣🥭🌊

Growing up, collaboration felt unsafe. It led to humiliation, isolation, or worse. So I told myself: “Just do it alone. Keep your mouth shut. Watch what others do. Copy. Smile.”

But that survival strategy turned into a spiritual allergy. 😶‍🌫️

And now I break out in hives when I betray myself. Literal and emotional hives.

I’ve become allergic to all the family bullshit I grew up with. 🤧🧬🧨💥🫃🏽🫠🪬🚫

So this blog is where I practice. Where I name things.
Where I don’t “manifest it away,” but instead, stare it in the cara and say:

“Ohhh… that’s what’s really happening.”

It’s imperfect. It’s evolving. It’s not super flashy or holy.
But it’s mine. And that’s sacred. 🇵🇷🪅🌺🪭🪔🪘

Soul-Up™
Because Your Spirit Didn’t Come Here to Settle.

🌿 Also exploring healing on my sister blog:
A New Mirror™