Amy Quichiz was born and raised in Jackson Heights, Queens NY, and grew up with her Colombian mother and Peruvian father. She recently graduated from Syracuse University, receiving a bachelor’s in
Do you ever get up in the morning and say, “I really do not want to go to work today” or when you get to work you say, “Wow, I am a mess”—You’re not the only one. My name is Amy and here are great tips on how
Pride can be so intimidating, loud, and appear to be something so fearless, yet some of us are not there yet, are not in a safe space to “come out”, or did not always feel this way. When we think about pride, it has lost its meaning from what it
It’s hard loving yourself when everyone is telling you otherwise. Here’s to a collective effort of trying to love your lonjitas, tú piel morena—just like I’m trying to love mine. I remember flaring up my nose in front of my mom, hoping she would flare her
Mamá, I know that I put my life in constant danger when I go out to raise my voice. I want you to understand why I consider myself an activist, why we as a generation, are part of the fight and why I must continue fighting para nuestra gente. Mami,
They teach us to be scared of those that can invade our bodies, but fail to teach us about our bodies they are trying to invade. I was nine-years-old, walking around Jackson Heights with my mother doing her regular schmegular compras. I remember telling my mom I wanted empanadas while
There is no stronger connection to your ancestors than eating what they have planted and grown in their past life for you. There’s no surprise we do not have whole-foods in the hood. There’s also no surprise I can find a liquor store around my block faster than
Before you think I am offending you by stating, “men are trash”, let me explain why that is an issue. In the United States, we are brought into a patriarchal society, meaning a society that is “dominated, identified and centered by men” which involves oppressing women and folks that do
Brown girls tend to not notice themselves and what they are capable of. We become almost invisible because of the lack of representation. Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves of our ancestors’ power of resilience, become storytellers, and recreate history. When I was younger, I thought I couldn’t be
For some, this is just a piece of paper. For us, this is more than that and we are all so proud of you. This is a dedication to my hard-core Latina kicking ass women. Dear Fuerte First-Generation Brown Mujer, Throughout these college years, you became stronger, your voice got
Constantly Being Stuck In A World Where You Are Told Anxiety And Depression Is Not Meant For You You are not going to therapy, “eso es para gringos”, my parents would tell me, as I would push back the tears I was too scared to let run down my face.
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