Essay On Machismo

I layed in my small blue bed placed next to the window in the dimly lit room, savoring the sweet, delightful sensation of the sun warming my skin that sent small, tickling sensations through my entire body. I layed there, with eyes wide opened, waiting patiently for the sound that would initiate my morning chores. Once I heard the “cock-a-doodle-do,” I would jump out of bed, grab my miniature sand bucket that was placed on the kitchen table, walk out of the metal door of my house, and would then down the cement stairs, getting a glimpse of my grandpa’s pigs and chickens along the way to the molino. Once the maza was made, My mom and I would make tortillas, releasing the concoction smell of breakfast through the air. After this, I would sweep the house with my custom made broom tailored to my
My desire for being in the medical field that was once a possibility transformed into a reality over my journey through the struggle of the machismo present in my Mexican culture. My desire for knowledge expanded and influenced my involvement in medical programs for the past summers. My passion for a higher education augments day after day, like a wildfire was set free. My lust for knowledge and rebellion of a culture constructed of machismo has made me determined, competitive, and self-reliant; challenging the latent belief so strongly portrayed in Mexican culture. If I was given the choice of whether to go back to the cave to live without the agony of truth or to experience discomfort and grow accustomed to the light, I would choose to be outside the cave and to not analyze the world from just one perspective, but instead from multiple ones. My plans are to be a role model for my siblings and other girls from the same culture that deal with the same hardships and to enlighten them about what it is to truly be a woman in a complex, modern world where the possibilities are