Just when you think you know everything...

Needless to say, the last three months were filled with changes, adjustments and fun. I’ve had to get used to my new image which has been a real change for me. I still look in the mirror and don’t recognize my new upper body. It is like I am waiting for them to fade away but they are always there. I do not know how long is going to take me to get use to my new body and to the way people react to it.

I had contemplated a breast augmentation for years but I did not think that I was ready for it. You see, I wanted to learn to love my body and be comfortable with it, just the way it was. I know it sounds incongruous with the end result but it is true. I wanted to feel happy just the way I was. For some time I was too consumed with my breast or the lack of them. My complex was such that I tried my best to wear things that would not bring attention to my upper body. That lasted for most of my 20s but when I entered my 30s, I discovered a new found love for myself. I finally was comfortable with my body and accepted all my faults. My hips are big, my breasts were small but it does not define who I am.

In March, after much contemplation and weighing the good and the bad, I decided to go through the surgery. One of the things that bothered me the most is that I used to take pride in my simple, low maintenance but all natural look. That would definitely change, I will not be all natural but I finally said “I am ready.” I had to visit a plastic surgeon for a medical condition and took advantage of the visit to inquire about the surgery. I did it and I don’t regret it.
When I look at pictures of myself before the surgery, I do not see an ugly woman or less than a woman. I love to look at them because I see the same person that I am today. Of course, my clothes fit different but that’s to be expected; still, they are the same clothes I had before. I still do not let my body define me, MY BRAINS DO! So…

The purpose of this post is for all of you that have wondered if I did but cannot find a way to ask and for all of those that for some bizarre reason thought I was not happy with my image, myself or my body and that was the reason for my surgery. I have always loved my body, I think of it as my temple and nothing has changed with that. For years my dear husband have told me not to do it because—he says—I was beautiful as I was but he still love me as much as he did before. Finally, thank you for those of you that worried, called me, cooked for me (Michelle Sanchez) or in some way or another supported me through the change.

I am fuller but I am still me and most importantly, my opinionated brain is still intact. You see, you don't know JACK!!! :)

Oh! The Places I've Been!...

I wake up early everyday and I still cannot believe that I am living in the place that witnessed my birth and some of the most significant events in my life. I look at all the familiar places and sometimes wish I did not remember anything at all. It is bittersweet to be home but I have tried to put a spin to those not so good memories and think, “Oh! The places I’ve been…”

As I continue to live here, I find more people from my past. Some, I am happy to see…others, not so much. I am reminded every day of how much I have lived in the past 17 years and how different I am now. I left Puerto Rico when I was 19 years old, with a broken heart and a little bit of cash (no more than $100). I embarked on an adventure that—many thought—was going to beat me and send me right back to where I started. They were wrong, so wrong… No matter how hot tempered I am, the thought of coming back to dwell in self pity kept me focused throughout all the stress of being away from my family while being yelled by strangers.

During the past 17 years, I have seen the sunrise in the Orient and the sunset in the West. I have traveled across the United States only missing visiting Alaska, North Dakota, and Hawaii. I have seen the Statue of Liberty, the Washington Monument, the Gran Canyon, Mount Rushmore, Alcatraz, the Alamo, and many other historic landmarks of the United States. I have driven over the Rocky Mountain, The Great Smoky Mountains, the Black Mountains, the Appalachian Mountains, the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and Cascade Mountains—among many others that I do not even remember. I have swam in the second biggest reservoir in the United States—Lake Powell, AZ—and spent a week enjoying its hypnotic landscapes. I drove over the Mississippi River and discovered a completely different culture in the South of the United States.

I visited Germany, France, Canada and took a joyride through Mexico. I have met thousands of people of from different places. We have compared stories and I found out that in the end, we are more alike than not. We all most likely value family, our friends, and good earned dollar. I found that ignorance is not bliss, is unfortunate. I found that only insecure people hate others because they are jealous of their achievements. I pity the ones that resolve to racism instead of acknowledging they are afraid of the unknown. I have seen racism—and experienced discrimination—but I have also seen incredible acts of unity and goodwill. In all, I have learned not to measure everybody with the same stick and quietly get to know somebody instead of prejudging them.


Oh! The places I’ve been!... Aside from all the physical places I have been to, is the journey of my emotional growth that has given me the widest wingspan of all. Today, as I look at my life in retrospect, I can honestly say that… Even though I miss—and will continue to miss—my Island, the sacrifices made along the way have made this homecoming a revelation into who I really am.

Oh, The Places You'll Go!

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.

And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!

You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.

No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

---Dr. Seuss