I paid for culinary school on my own, I worked the line at restaurants, I cried in walk-ins (that’s the big ass refrigerator at a restaurant) I got talked shit to for years, by both men and women. I was always judged for the way I looked. I scraped both savings and floors.
I did it both without any support & with an army behind me. I did it with a drained bank account + a full one. I did it with a smile, even when I was hurting inside. I did it with grace, when others were greedy. I tried to fit in, when I always stood out.
I stayed true and honest, when others sold out hard. I’m sharing this so you can better feel my story. I am you, you are me. I’m not trying to be somebody, I am just being me. And yes, I’m still paying my culinary school loans, 12 years later.
As another chapter in my story turns, I’ve learned that not everyone will stick by you, your climb will get a little less crowded towards the top, my dad told me that…. yet, do not let this deter your focus.
Be resilient in the notion that everything is happening just as it’s supposed to.
Sometimes you’re holding on to something so strong, when you’re really just supposed to let go.
Don’t hold on to anyone who makes you feel hard to love, you are not. We are all only human. Don’t try to be somebody, just come as you are, because everyone will love you as you come. Lift others UP! Be real.
See you on here tomorrow, cannot wait to share more with you so that you can become that killer you’ve always dreamed of! ⚡️⚡️⚡️
IMAGE: the talented @robertochamorro