When a bird is alive, it eats ants. When the bird is dead, the ants eat it.

Time and circumstances can change anytime. Don’t hurt or devalue anyone. You may be powerful today, but time is more powerful than you. 

One tree makes a million matchsticks. But you only need one matchstick to burn a million trees.

Be good and do good. Because you never know when you’ll be at the bottom.


“Let’s Improve the Race.”

This is a statement (against black people mostly) I constantly hear, that bother me deeply.

I don’t think my race (or any other race for that matter) needs to be improved. God made humans perfect. It is us who end up ruining everything by acting like idiots.

You wanna make humanity better? Start by improving your thinking, you uncultured biggot.

Being a valuable person got nothing to do with the color of your eyes or the texture of your hair. It got nothing to do with the shade of your skin or the proportions of your body. Being a valuable person comes with the information you feed your brain and the seeds you plant in your heart. 

And here’s a small #tip: if you want this aforementioned value to grow, put it to action.

I know getting annoyed about this only affects me. I cannot change the world’s thinking, no matter how hard I try. But it is my hope that by speaking out, I get to touch someone just enough to have her or him think about the BS that society’s beauty standards have been imposing on us for decades.

I have said this quite enough times: I am not perfect. But at least I’m not an a-hole.

See ya later, peeps! XO,

Milady ❤

Day 01

I guess you could say I’m the kind of person who NEEDS to create a routine and follow it strictly in order to make a change in my life.

Hopefully you are not like me. 

It sucks, you know? I have plans and dreams and goals just like everybody else. But sadly, the motivation for me to keep moving forward sometimes withers. Or fades altogether, to be honest. 

I know this isn’t exactly what you’d like to hear. It isn’t very motivational, right? And maybe, knowing this about me, it makes you wanna flip me off and move on. 

Hopefully that’s not the case. Because I’m here to tell you: shit happens. Literally. It’s okay to fall on your face every once in a while, you’re only human. Life is a wheel, sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down. 

What’s NOT okay, however, is to stay down and settle for less of what you deserve or want. And I know it’s hard to keep up; and I know it’s easy to just hide under the cover while it goes away. 

Well, I got news for ya: it doesn’t goes away. Ever. It stays there. All the time.

You wanna know why? Because you are your own problem. But guess what? You are also your very own solution. 
Somebody told me once: “God do miracles, but He doesn’t wash cars.” That means you gotta make a little effort if you want something to work out. No matter what that something is. 

Some things will be out of your power, but a negative attitude won’t take you very far.

Wishing you an extraordinary week,

Milady ❤

1st Corinthians 13

If I [can] speak in the tongues of men and [even] of angels, but have not love (that reasoning, intentional, spiritual devotion such as is inspired by God’s love for and in us), I am only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers (the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), and understand all the secret truths and mysteries and possess all knowledge, and if I have [sufficient] faith so that I can remove mountains, but have not love (God’s love in me) I am nothing (a useless nobody). Even if I dole out all that I have [to the poor in providing] food, and if I surrender my body to be burned or in order that I may glory , but have not love (God’s love in me), I gain nothing. 

Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily. It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong]. It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail. Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening]. 

Love never fails [never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end]. As for prophecy (the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), it will be fulfilled and pass away; as for tongues, they will be destroyed and cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away [it will lose its value and be superseded by truth]. For our knowledge is fragmentary (incomplete and imperfect), and our prophecy (our teaching) is fragmentary (incomplete and imperfect). But when the complete and perfect (total) comes, the incomplete and imperfect will vanish away (become antiquated, void, and superseded). When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; now that I have become a man, I am done with childish ways and have put them aside. For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a dim (blurred) reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma], but then [when perfection comes] we shall see in reality and face to face! Now I know in part (imperfectly), but then I shall know and understand fully and clearly, even in the same manner as I have been fully and clearly known and understood [by God]. 

And so faith, hope, love abide [faith–conviction and belief respecting man’s relation to God and divine things; hope–joyful and confident expectation of eternal salvation; love–true affection for God and man, growing out of God’s love for and in us], these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Isn’t it wonderful how thirteen verses can explain love so well? And please, in the name of everything that is Perfect and Holy, don’t forget that love is not just about others, but also about you. Love yourself. Take care of yourself. Remember Christ died for you as well. Honor Him by being kind to yourself.


Happy Valentine’s,

Milady Zafiro ❤

The Banality of Sex

I went to the movies yesterday and as I watching the film, a question came up to me. 

As I’ve mentioned on several other occasions, I enjoy sex as much as the person next to me. Sex is fun. Sex is necessary. Sex is one of those few things people can do (or not do) that will end up either building or destroying a relationship. In fact, sex is pretty important for the health and well-being of a person (when performed properly). 

However, it’s kinda weird to me when I see sex portrayed in a film or series as something shallow. You see, I do understand the value of sex as an entertainment IN REAL LIFE. But when you put sex on the screen without purpose, you take away its value and you turn it into something trivial. It becomes something people do just because they can and it no longer holds any meaning. Its like taking sex and comparing it to wearing sneakers instead of any other style of shoe. Do you wear sneakers because you really like them or because they’re in vogue? Do you have sex because you feel its the only way you have to validate your adulthood? Because everybody else is doing it?

I like sex, just like anybody else. And (again) maybe I’m just talking out of my butt here, but it worries me when I see things that should be taken seriously reduced to a mere way to entertain an audience. How many films out there can get the sex scenes cut out and it wouldn’t make a difference to the story? How many amazing performances have been eclipsed by a few minutes of sloppy “love-making”? 

I have a hobby of writing, and there’s plenty of sex in some of my stories. But as an aspiring creator, what I try to portray in my work is the humanity of the act in itself. Not the mindless animal within. 

Sex is great. Sex is beautiful. And funny. And amazing. But sex also involves a lot of responsibility that almost nobody ever talks about. I think it’s very nice that society is slowly opening itself a bit more against the taboos of the old times…but we shouldn’t forget about the old “cause and consequence.” After all, people having sex in movies rarely ever face the aftermaths of their actions…

See you next week,

My Naked Opinion

Kayso, I was seeing this post from an art page I follow on FB, and a question arised in me like the bubbling lava of a volcano. 

What’s the big deal about nudity? 

And it got me thinking. The way I see it, the human body (and I mean all of them) is the most beautiful and wondrous creation of our Maker. Regardless of health issues, modifications or “imperfections,” the truth is there is no thing we humans can create that can surpass our bodies. Sure, we can do things to enhance them, assuming there’s something we need to fix. But nobody has ever made a limitless hard drive, so I guess that’s a pretty big thing –if I was to mention only one badass characteristic of these sacks of flesh and bone some of us take so much for granted. 

But, as someone who has an artistic background, it bothers me greately when I see a vulgar post about the naked human body, disguised as art. Sexualizing the body, even if we’re talking about a full-grown human, is not art. It’s pornography, softcore or hardcore or whatever the industry has in between. Why do we get to see posts that instead of empowering people, it brings us down by promoting an image that looks more like an ad on a brothel instead of what it says it is?

And I know art is a relative thing. Trust me, I know. So, in the long run, this post is merely my opinion, and the only thing I can offer you is honesty. Whatever that’s worth nowadays. So it’s okay if you think I’m talking out of my butt. This is the internet anyways…

To me, the essence of an artwork is not necessarily on the look, but more on what it represents. On the intentions behind it, on the meaning hiding behind each stroke, line or angle. I can sympathise with how fun sex is. Duh. But having somebody cover their naughty bits with the sole purpose of causing juices to flow or boners, is a shallow reason to make “art.” I mean, come on! If you’re gonna do something, do it all the way and do it right.

And sure, it’s your work. Call it whatever if it pleases you. But I think art should be more than that. Art is a way to communicate feelings and ideas. Not just a way to make pretty things. Spice things up a bit. Give your work a little meaning. After all, people aren’t really gonna remember what you say or do. People are gonna remember how what say or do made them feel. Do you wanna make a lastly impression or be a memory that will soon fade?

In conclusion, I think this is important because the world is in constant change. The things that matter today, won’t matter as much in a few years. That’s probably why old-school values, like respect, are slowly fading as generations go by. And don’t get me wrong, I am not a moralistic femme Templar knight or a nun. In fact, my sense of humor sometimes gives a lot of how sick my mind actually is. But I worry about this kind of thing because if the world is messed up now, how much will it be by the time my children are my current age? Change takes time. But logically, the more it take us to do something about it, the more it will take for the future generation to see the result. 

But this is only my opinion. Hope I haven’t bored you with my blah-blah-blah.

See you next week, 

Milady ❤


With that being said, allow me to explain myself.

Many of you are aware that writing is one of my hobbies, and I often wish (and work towards) making a living out of it. However, you may not know one of my motives, so I’ll talk about it in this post. 

As you see in the title, I’m sick, tired and feed up of our societal BS. My dark skin doesn’t makes me lesser than anybody. My kinky hair doesn’t make me lesser than anybody. The shape of my body or my weight doesn’t make me lesser than anybody. So take YOUR insecurities and shove them up your butt, because if you need to go around pointing at somebody else’s “flaws” to feel good about yourself, you are a pathetic human being. Grow up. 

Abstain yourself from using a demonym or an adjective as if they were insults. Don’t be ignorant. A place of birth or a physical characteristic shouldn’t be something for people to feel ashamed of. On the contrary, it’s part of their identity, of what makes them who they are. 

I have dark skin. I have kinky curls. I weight 160 pounds. I am Puertorrican. Which means I’m Latina. 

And it sickens me to the core everytime I hear somebody say a racist slur because they think it’s funny. It isn’t. Fuck you in your ignorance. Really. I don’t need to marry a white guy to “upgrade” my race. My race DOESN’T needs to be upgraded. My race is perfect the way it is. Same as the Asians. Same as the Native Americans. Same as everybody else. 

Now YOU should go upgrade your thinking, because the issues of the world cannot be resolved with the same mentality that created them. Nobody is better than anybody. After all, every man and woman were brought to life from dust. And that’s where we will end as well. 

This is why I’ve pledged myself to create characters that are out of the norm, physically speaking. You see, white women are beautiful, sure. But black women are beautiful as well. Pacific Islanders too. Maori. Gypsies. Senegales… You can find beauty on every corner or the world, if you would only were willing to open up that mind of yours. 

You see, I want main characters that resemble me! I want black girls who are fighting for what they want, without having to crawl their way out of the hood… Some of us have bachelor’s degrees, you know… Some of us didn’t got pregnant at sixteen (or ever yet). So don’t say representation doesn’t matter, unless you were a black Latina growing up in the 90s seeing posters of Pamela Anderson everywhere, just to name one example. 

I am happy the world is a bit more open to variety nowadays, but we still got a looooong way to go. The only promise I can make is that the women I create will stand out from an ocean of blondes and gingers because they’ll shine with their own light, not because they’re in the background as reflectors.

See ya later, people. Stay gold! 

XO, Milady

The Route to Change

Day after day, I go about my things, thinking on how I could go the needed millage to produce the desired changes in my life.

And day after day, I have a feeling I am failing.

Which I know it’s not true! I mean, life is just a process. Just like everything else.  

Buying groceries is a process. Getting your hair done is a process. Learning a new skill is a process. 

I really don’t think there’s anything we do that’s actually instantaneous. Even the most simple thing requires us to do at least one thing to have it done. 
The point is, I’m the kind of person who’s often very hard on myself. And I should, if I want to get anything done. But not to the point of going crazy about things I cannot control. 

And if we’re truly honest with ourselves, the amount of things we actually have control over is minimal, if not nonexistent, in comparison to the things we don’t have any kind of control over. 

Now, I’m not saying this so you (I) can go crazy and act a fool because YOLO or something. I’m saying it because one of my greatest issues is too not give myself time to learn from my mistakes and grow. 

Seriously, it’s okay to messed up. What’s not okay is to keep falling on a vicious circle of  bouncing on the ground like a ball instead of getting up (like the Princess I actually am). 

I know it’s hard to deal with things when it all seems you going down the drain. But you can’t give up! You deserve better. If you can’t believe that, then believe in the great Love that created you. 

Keep going, champ! You got this!