Hello Dear WordPress Followers,

I’d to take this moment to thank you all for reading my work, for being fans of what I write and believe in since I created my blog.

I’d also like to address that I’m working on writing more this year, expanding my words to touch more lives, and to share that I have some new and fun exciting project ideas on the way!

I’ve decided to create a “Professional Instagram” page, were I’d like to expose my poetry, quotes, short stories, advise through my knowledge, and display my soon to come videos or audio recordings!

I hope you all will follow and join me in this exciting journey!

Instagram: Kbeautifulmind__ (those are two _ _ )

Thanks y’all! I’m excited!




The challenge of life…

Weather you believe in god or not…

Sometimes life starts throwing these punches at you, and you can’t help but look up and go… “Why!? Why me!? Can you give me a break!?”

Everyone starts saying things like…

“You are going to be okay.”

“Everything will work it’s self out.”

“God only gives you what you can handle.”

and my favorite one…

“You must continue to be positive and have faith.”

The challenge of life isn’t necessarily over coming the obstacles, it’s more of believing you can.

In a moment of receiving bad news, it’s a bit hard to “be positive and have faith.”

In a moment of losing something or someone, you can’t even imagine “everything is going to be okay.”

In a moment of being knocked on your ass with a problem that seems to not have a solution, you don’t assume that “everything will work itself out.”


In a moment when it seems like life is just picking on you…

and it’s one bad news…

followed by another bad news…

and you can’t seem to understand…

or, find the answers you are looking for…

it feels as if God or life is out to get you and you can’t seem to understand “WHY!?”


You definetly are not thinking…

“God only gives you what you can handle.”

You see, the challenge in life isn’t over coming the obstacle.

It’s believing that the odds will be in your favor, and that you can actually do it.

Specifically when it seems as if life has been out to get you, your entire LIFE.

My word of advise for all of you and myself…

If we are blessed to continue to see another day, we will be alright.


You must live in the moment, in order to understand your destination.

Personal note:
Sometimes we forget that tomorrow isn’t promised.
We are so desperate to know…
“What next?”
From our love lives, people affairs, careers, living situations etc.
We are always planning ahead, and even thought planning is good to an extend.
We must not allow it to cloud the fact that this very moment, the “right now” might be all we have.

The story behind my concert binging…


On a night where my mom and I were both sooo tired but couldn’t sleep…
She stated…

Mom: “What a long day huh? Radiation, chemo, blood tests, and two doctor appointments…

Me:” Yeah…” (I couldn’t sit there and say I was exhausted, when she was the one going through it. I just went with her… but she was right, I was tired too.)

Mom: “I can’t believe I’m really dying… all the things I didn’t get to do… vale madre…”

We had just found out my mom’s cancer was moving rapidly and it had now taken over half of her spine, and most of her hip…
She had been in some serious pain!!!

With tears in my eyes but trying to hold them in I said…

Me: “What would you have done more of mom?”

Mom: “Pues empezando… viajar mas… pero también… eir a muchos conciertos (I would have gone to a lot of concerts) no hay mejor médicina que la música!(there is no better medicine like music)

y en vivo? Uuuyyy, olvidalo! (And live music!? Ffeeewww, forget it! It’s amazing!)

I couldn’t help but smile because my mom new that I LOVE music, and to dance.
Even though I knew she loved music too, she was more quite and reserved so the image of her at a concert made me smile because she had always been more of a home body.

Me: “Well, I wanted to make it before you left us someday. But I promise you, that I will travel for you and you won’t have to ask me twice to go to a concert.”

Mom: “Eres bien alegre… (you are always so happy) You got that from me, because your dad was always an “amargado” but before I “worked to die” I was JUST like you!

Since my mom has passed I been to over 10 concerts…
No money to travel much yet but I’ve been on a plane 3 times…

A year and a half later… and for the rest of my life…
not only am I living for ME but I’m living for her…


Ingredientes to be the perfect lover…

Under promise, because your intentions should never be to hurt the one you love.
Over deliver, because there is nothing better than seeing a genuine smile on that special someone.
Be a Best Friend, because there needs to be friendship to make it last.
Be honest, because the truth will bring peace to your lovers mind and your conscious.
Plus lies will ruin EVERYTHING.
Communicate, because you want to unlock the answers to their needs and help them understand your’s.
Apprecite, because as beautiful as you see them someone else has noticed them too.
Cherish, because every moment spent with them can be your last and sadly nothing is forever.
and last but not least…
ALWAYS love and take care of yourself and your needs; for you can’t truly and deeply love them like they deserve if you are not at your best.


I am a Single Mother


In only a couple of days it will be 5 months since my mom has passed. I miss her like crazy everyday and every minute. I wish I could still come home and see her face and hear her voice but I can’t.
I was hoping that since she’d passed I’d be able to avoid hospitals for a while. However I’ve been to three different one’s since. Methodist our near home hospital which I am already familiar with because my mom spend 2 years in and out of there. Huntington Hospital in Pasadena where my sister ended up after being hit by a car (yes unfortunately the bitch is still running loose, I don’t know what is taking so long). Then there is also The children’s hospital of Los Angeles where I now know my way around because my brother has been here since Sunday. If any of you readers care, we are ALL OKAY no need to worry.
I still wish we had never made it to these places anyway. Everything about hospitals creeps me out now. The hallways, elivators, the beds, and the cold feeling you get no matter the temperature outside (102° by the way) and of course that sad feeling you get that you are not here for your mom anymore. It sounds crazy but it’s almost like my body and heart get this hope that they might see her again for a couple of minutes until my mind has to calm it down and say “sorry but she will not be here”.
What really brought me back to reality was when I was filling out the forms for my brothers admittion into the hospital and the man asked me “Are you a single mother or are you married?”
I answered with confusion on my face…
“Ummm, I am his sister”
and he said to me…
“Well of course, but the mother is deceased now and you are his guardian so are you a single mother or are you married?”
And with an empty feeling in my heart I answered “I am a single mother”
I walked out of there almost devistated. Not because I was raising my siblings or anything but because I never thought of it that way, until him. I was now something I never wanted to be. I was now a “Single Mother”. I knew it wasn’t by choice but I began to sort of freak out thinking of all I struggled along  side of my single mother and wondered what would happen if I’d also fall in the future causing my siblings to struggle too?
I never could had imagined my life like this, I had a plan and it was destroyed and re written for me. And even though it saddened me and stressed me a lot I told myself as I walked back into my brothers hospital room, “You are a single mother now! Who was raised by one of the warriors of single mothers… You can do this!”
I went from negative to positive in only seconds but my brain was again smacking me out of it saying…
“You got this!”

Feeling positive and trying to stay strong;




When one puts down the success or fortune of others due to jealousy.

See hater, hatorade
She is “hating” on me because I won the lottery and she didn’t.

We all do it…
“My X-boyfriends girl looks like a transvestite.”
“My new boyfriend’s X has the mouth of a horse.”
“She’s fat.”
“She is to skinny”
“My x-girlfriends new man looks like a whimp”
“He swears like he is hot”
“He is too buff, he takes steroids”
“Too skinny… tweaker for sure!”
“What is he/she wearing”
“He/She is fake, that’s not how they were in High School”
“He/she is just a follower, following the trend”
“I don’t like her/him… just because”

And it goes on and on and on….

Can you say guilty? I’ve probably said or at least thought one of these a couple of times in my life and that’s normal.
We ALL do it!
And for those of you that are pretending you don’t then you probably also say things like…

“EWW, I’m not fake, I don’t talk shit I say it to your face”


Yes bull because if you walked around telling everyone you saw what you thought of them… well let’s just say it wouldn’t be a pretty picture.

We all keep things to ourselves and always look at someone and some how can seem to find one thing that we don’t like. We are human and it is bound to happen and that is okay.
I mean we even do it to ourselves we are never fully happy with how we look, feel, or where we are in life. We seem to always want more…

So even though hating is a horrible thing it is sadly almost natural but what makes it natural and what makes it not okay?

Well thats what I want to write about, the “not okay” which would be saying it to their face or out loud for them to hear, or posting it on social media with their name attached to it.

First of all why are you waisting your time? Stop being a Bully!

The reason for this subject was because I was inspired by a situation I saw on social media a couple of weeks ago. Not only could I not believe what I was reading but I could not believe that people still do this at our age. I mean drama in high school was one thing but now at age 24? Who cares what others are doing, look like, act like?
Mind your own business! 

 I have a friend from High school who has changed A LOT since our younger days. She was never “big” or anything but has definitely become more fit and over all just seems healthy spiritually and physically.
Even though “fitness” does seem to be the trend now in days she was one of the first people I notice changing her life for the better and she has honestly been such an inspiration. I always catch myself looking at her pictures where she is doing all these crazy moves and I’m always wondering “Dam how the hell does she even bend like that? That’s awesome!”


The other day I was scrowling through my Facebook time line when I saw she had posted this absolutely beautiful picture that over all just captured her and everything she has become… 


I mean come on isn’t it awesome?

Well if you look closely at her pictures not only is she in amazing shape but she seems to have hair on her arms. Something that honestly only a hater or someone looking for something wrong would spot in these pictures.
And if you already guessed… then you guessed right! Someone did see it, and actually dared to say something to her about it.

This person dared to comment on her picture and say…
“Is that hair on your arms? You are too manly!”

I honestly could not believe what I was reading…

I mean honestly we are humans,  mammals to be exact hair on our body just is. Yes it’s true that most of us wax and shave or thread but isn’t that our own business or decision to make?

I seriously could not help but laugh at such ignorance, but I will say I was so so proud of how she delt with it.

Any one else would have probably freaked out, maybe take the picture down or start waxing/shaving their arms but instead she said
“Of course I have hairy arms I’m Latina”
Can you say classic come back!
You go girl!
She also replied to the ignorance with this…


“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.”
This is me. And I love every part of who I am.
I usually don’t care what people say about me… but I feel like I should say something. Yesterday, I posted a photo and someone asked me if that was “air” (he meant hair) on my arms and that I look too manly cause of my muscles. I was shocked that one of my so called “friends” on fb would actually say something like that to me. My first reaction was actually me laughing at him. I really couldn’t believe that he looked for something negative to say about my photo. Now he didn’t really get to me like I thought he would have, but he did make me think…. Wow… there are SO many BOYS in this world just like him, and say these things (even worse) to women everywhere; You’re too fat, too skinny, you have a flat ass, no boobs. blah blah blah…. and that is why women feel that they are supposed to look a certain way to be considered pretty, beautiful, gorgeous or hot, whatever the hell you wanna call it. YES I have hair on my arms, I don’t have a fat ass, big boobs, or any of that shit. I could care less If I ever have any of that. I am an athlete, I love to lift, practice yoga and cook. Aesthetics are the last thing running through my mind. I love me first and that is why I am happy. I don’t look for happiness everywhere else. I don’t look for approval from the whole world. Neither should any one else. Women need to stand up for themselves and be YOU. Someone says something to try and bring u down… then tell em to kick rocks. They aren’t worthy of your time. Stay true to yourself♡
Sorry for writing a whole freakin story. Just had to get that off my tiny chest:) ♡” -Cynthia Rodriguez

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen if your hating stop it, or do it secretly but don’t do or say things to try and hurt others because you end up looking like the idiot.
If you are a victim of such ignorance remember that you are beautiful no matter what others say. That confidence over shines everything as long as you have it. It’s also not worth it to worry about what other people think because no matter what you do they will always find something wrong.

Love yourself!

Thanks for reading;

(This post was written with permission of Cynthia Rodriguez)