How Internal Violence Becomes Our Mother Tongue 🇵🇷

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🌋 BEGINNING: What Happened to Us

They called it “corrección”, but it felt more like castigo. They said it was “por tu bien” — but the words came out sharp. They meant to love us, maybe… but their tongues had trauma in them. Spanish words that hit like chancletas: ¡Cállate! ¡Estás loca! ¡Siempre con tus cosas! 🩴

🧸 The niñ@ inside of us? Scared. Frozen. Convinced that being small, quiet, or perfect would stop the noise.

🎧 The teen in us? Started wearing headphones. Not to vibe… but to survive. Because if they couldn’t hear the insults, maybe they wouldn’t stick. (Spoiler alert: they stuck.)

🌎 The young adult in us? Now over-apologizing at work, flinching at kindness, not knowing if this is “anxiety” or just regular Tuesday.

We start Googling things like:
“Is it normal to feel guilty for existing?”

That’s internal violencia. Passed down like arroz con trauma. 🍚💀

🫁 MIDDLE: What the Body Does to Adapt

When the grown-ups didn’t stop, our bodies had to. So we froze. Fawned. Hid. Some of us became perfect little helpers 🧼, some became rebels con rabia 🧨, some just stayed invisible 🫥.

And here’s the kicker: When violence is internalized, you don’t need mamá to insult you anymore. You do it to yourself. En español. With the same tone. With her voice. In your own damn head.

“¡Mira qué estúpida eres!”
“Todo lo haces mal.”
“¿Para qué hablas tanto?”

😩 That’s not intuition. That’s the family megáfono still blasting in your nervous system.

But it’s not you.
It was never you.

🔑 CONCLUSION: What We’re Choosing Now

We’re not here to become perfect. We’re here to become present. 🧘🏽‍♀️

To let the nervous system breathe again. 🫁 To learn how to say basta, even if it’s just to our own thoughts.

To laugh a little — because si no, nos morimos. 😅 To name the wound in the same tongue it hurt us in. To pass down sabor, not sufrimiento. 🌶️🥭🪇

So here’s what we’re doing:

  • 🥣 Feeding the parts of us that were insulted.
  • 🫱🏽‍♀️ Sitting with our inner rebel and saying, “Mira, mija… tú tenías razón.”
  • 🚌💥 Letting the buck — the chancleta, the belt, the guilt trip — stop here.

No more arroz con trauma.
Only arroz con alma. ✨🍚🇵🇷

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

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