I'm not running away from something — I'm running to myself. New cities are my therapists and teachers. Sometimes it seems to me that I'm collecting pieces of myself along the streets that I see for the first time.

Sometimes at night, memories come to me that I didn’t call. And I lie in the dark and think about who I was and who I’ve become.

Not just by the model or color, but by the way he treats it, what it says about him - like a little story that words can't always convey.

It is not always about being strong and dealing with difficulties alone. In fact, sometimes the most courageous thing to do is simply ask for help.

You know, it's not every day that I want to be in control, it's not every time that I want to show that everything is okay.

There are days when you smile, send jokes in messengers, tell how deliciously you fried potatoes... and everything seems fine. But inside, it seems a little empty. Or not a little. You just don’t show it. Not because you’re lying, but because you don’t want to burden others. And you tell yourself - oh well, we’ll get through this.

It's not about weakness. It's about inner journey, strength, and true feelings.

A woman's love is not a game.

Love and hate are not enemies.

We women have been silent for a long time. But it's time to admit it out loud: many of us are tired of "warming up a kettle" that isn't going to whistle 😒. What does that mean? It means investing attention, time, interest, warmth... in a man who doesn't give feedback. No "yes" or "no." No step forward, no honest "I don't want to." Only silence, uncertainty, and eternal anticipation of when he will finally "boil" and show himself 🔄.

Sometimes men wonder why women don’t rush to go on a first date with everyone who says “Hi.” And I’ll tell you without reproach, just as it is. One day, I actually went on a date… but not with a man. I took my notepad 📖, a pen, some warmth in a thermos and went to where I felt good. There was a table by the window, a blanket, light jazz, and the feeling that I was with the most important person in my life myself.

We women don't always dream of a prince with a perfect hairstyle and candles around the room. Sometimes our imagination takes us somewhere more... honest realities. Sometimes we imagine not a candlelit dinner, but how he, having eaten too much borscht, fell asleep on the couch 🛋️, burying his face in a pillow... and gave such a concert that even the cat moved to the bathroom. 🙉

We are not your competitors. We are not your echo or your shadows. We are those who know how to walk next to you, not follow you. But if you decide to be the "boss" first look at who is standing in front of you. Perhaps it is a woman who already knows how to lead, make decisions, take responsibility. Not because she wants to dominate, but because she knows how 💼🔥

If we, women, were men, many of us would definitely not want to write to ourselves. Yes, it sounds bold. But admit it: in the place of a man, you would also scroll through yourself. No offense. Just honestly❤️

The Latina Girl Blog is an immersion into the vibrant, sensual and temperamental world of a modern Latina woman. Here are reflections on her culture, sexuality, relationships, inner strength and vulnerability. We talk about passion, traditions, contrasts of upbringing, feminine nature and how it is revealed in movements, words and looks.

The world teaches us to run and tick off our importance. But I choose a slow rhythm. Not because I'm lazy — but because I hear myself better this way.

Sometimes people seem too loud, and the forest, on the contrary, is so quiet that it is there that you can hear yourself. I will tell you how I found answers there that I did not hear from others.

Not everything about a person can be put into a biography. Sometimes the most genuine pieces of “me” are oddities that no one needs. Except for me.

Why it’s sometimes more important to abandon old words than to cling to them out of fear of seeming “inconsistent.”

Many of us grew up with the conviction that the perfect couple is when two are always and in everything together. General interests, friends, hobbies, plans, dreams, even thoughts. Against the backdrop of films and books where love is shown as a complete merger, it seems: if you do not share absolutely everything, it means that something is wrong in the relationship. But is it really so?