✨You Were Meant To Be Here.✨

Take a moment.

Close your eyes.

And feel into the incredible, wild, improbable story that led to you.

The decisions.

The accidents.

The love stories, the heartbreaks, the wars, the crossings of land and sea—

The prayers whispered in languages you may never speak,

but still feel echoing in your bones.

You are the living proof of survival.

Of resilience.

Of divine timing.

I know this, because I carry that truth in my body too.

I am the descendant of Montezuma—leader of a people who shaped civilizations.

Of Joaquin Gutierrez—whose name carries resistance and strength.

Of George Washington—yes, a complicated legacy, but one that shaped the foundations of a nation.

Those impacts live in my blood,

not as a burden,

but as a blueprint.

A calling.

And still—my arrival in this world?

Was anything but expected.

I was an “accident.”

A doctor swapped charts and pulled my mother off birth control, thinking she was already pregnant.

She wasn’t—until she was.

She had the flu.

She had a terrible accident while carrying me.

She was told I’d be a boy—John Michael.

But out came a girl.

Out came me.

I could’ve told that story as one of mistake.

But instead, I see it for what it is:

A story of being chosen.

I was meant to be here.

And so were you.

And I carry within me the living union of Mexican and European ancestry.

It hurts—deeply—to witness one side of my culture choose to reject, misrepresent, or harm the other.

This body holds both, and it aches when either is denied their humanity.

But perhaps that’s also why I stand so firmly for wholeness. For integration. For truth.

You, too, are the result of millions of improbable threads weaving through time.

Survivors. Lovers. Warriors. Artists. Healers.

The ones who refused to give up.

You are not an accident.

You are a once-in-all-of-history convergence of breath and light.

And even if you never carry children—your tapestry continues.

In every act of love.

In every boundary you set.

In every word you speak for justice.

I advocate because it moves through me.

Because I carry ancestors who stood for truth,

and parents who modeled what bravery and heart look like.

Because I have a sister whose fire mirrors my own, and we inspire one-another daily.

Because the universe said yes to me—again and again.

And the same is true for you.

You are the continuation of something magnificent.

And the beginning of something just as sacred.

So let’s rise.

Let’s honor where we came from—and shape where we’re going.

Let’s be brave.

Let’s be loving.

Let’s build a country, a world, a future—

where every thread of this human tapestry is cherished.

Equity. Justice. Compassion. Love.

Let it begin with us.

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