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domingo, 9 de septiembre de 2018

Along came Mad Men

I have never been a television fanatic. My TV is slightly bigger than my laptop's screen, I don't have cable, and until very recently I was one of the few persons on planet earth who had never watched Mad Men before. Until I got a hysterectomy. For those of you not familiarized with this term, a hysterectomy is the surgical removal of the uterus. It may also involve removal of the cervix, ovaries, fallopian tubes, and other surrounding structures. Ouch!

How I got myself into this mess is beyond my comprehension. I thought I was living a healthy lifestyle by eating wholesomely, exercising daily, controlling stress, meditating, calling my mom regularly, etc. Surprisingly, a nasty sneaky fibroid was living cozily inside my uterus getting fat and big at the expenses of the organic, fairly-traded, locally grown, non-GMO, ethically-sourced food that I was eating. Life, my fellow readers is as unpredictable as the NYC weather. One day we are suffering under what I like to call the 100F Satan weather and the very next we are literally searching frantically in our closets for a fall jacket because the weather is now 40F cooler.

If in your next life you choose to be a benign tumor looking for a place to live, your best bet is to aim for the uterus. This organ is considered prime real state amongst other organs since it has all the perks that you as a tumor should be looking for. It is warm, it is located near food sources (e.g. eggs full of hormones), and the view is great! I mean, the uterus has unobstructed windows to the Central Park of the human organs a.k.a. the vagina. Unfortunately, my tumor treated his Fifth Ave. penthouse condo *clears throat* i.e. my uterus- as only a nouveau riche could. He indulged in each and every-one of the seven capital sins to the point where his neighbors The Ovaries, The Fallopians, and Mrs. Cervix along with people from other neighborhoods like Doña Bladder and his husband Mr. Large Intestine unanimously voted for his eviction.

My tumor didn't leave peacefully, he put on a fight that had me resting at home limiting my physical activity to the bare minimum. I had plans of spending my recovery weeks reading all the books that I hardly have time to get to on my "normal days" but in reality I could hardly concentrate since I was taking painkillers so strong that had me high as a kite or sleepy for the most part of the day. I needed something light and entertaining. And so I stumble upon Mad Men, and my life changed. Well, not really, but I loved the show so much that I binged watched 7 seasons in less than 4 weeks. I went from never turning on my TV to hardly turning it off. Mad Men and their incessant smoking and drinking habits kept me sane during one of the hardest yet most inspiring and life-changing events of my life. It also thought me that when in despair look for the silver lining, and so I did.

So to make a long story even longer, here are the Top-5 Lessons learned form a Hysterectomy -and Mad Men:

1. Be grateful to your body. We have heard this one before along with the obnoxious hashtag blessed but I mean, literally look at your legs right now and thank them for taking you places, look in the mirror and thank your eyes for letting you see the beauty of this world, even thank your reproductive organs for all the orgasms that you've been able to experience in your lifetime.  Never take your body for granted. Stop the self-criticism. Trust me, your thighs are not as wide as you think they are. You are perfect. In a world full of Betty Drapers be a Joan Holloway.

2. Embrace Change."And let's also say that change is neither good or bad. It simply is. It can be greeted with terror or joy. A tantrum that says "I want it the way it was". Or a dance that says "Look, something new". Don Draper.

3. Be patient. To be more precise, be a patient patient. Good things take time. Recovery takes time. We love instant gratification but your cells don't work that way. They are working hard to keep you healthy but getting anxious and expecting fast results are the kryptonite of recovery. I was directed by my doctor to take 6 weeks off from work. This forced "vacation" halted my life on its track. No going to the gym, no pilates, no yoga, no dancing. Thankfully, I felt better with every day that went by and slowly but surely I was regaining my mobility. My body reminded me daily that everything was coming together. My body had my back.

4. You are the captain of your destiny. Let's get real y'all. If I were to tell you that you have the power of becoming anything you want what would you do in your daily life? Would you quit your job? Would you get out of your long dead relationship? Would you start that beautiful dreamy boutique you've always wanted? Well guess what? You have the power of being the person you've always wanted to be because you are the CAPTAIN of your life. Stop coming up with lousy excuses. And now...I slowly disappear.

5. Get Netflix and Chill.  Ok, this one is completely unrelated to being in a hospital, or even being sick but I want to thank the Academy, my producer, my make-up artist, and all the others who made this possible specially Don Draper & Co. Thank you Mad Men characters for being so amazing in every way.

So for now I'm going back to my old ways where my TV is just a decorative accessory never to be turned on. I am going back to my "Hey Google, play Tchaikovsky" days and I'm going to pay more attention to my cat Nacho. Gone are the days of addictive binge watching. Let the new adventures begin.

With love,

Gloria E. Duque
Hysterectomy survivor, Unicorn Fantastique, Captain of My Own Life, Sculptor, Bad Ass, and CEO of Malpaso Fun Design. More on this soon...


miércoles, 26 de septiembre de 2012

Top 20 Real Nice Things in Life

I was directed by a fellow blogger to Karl Lagerfeld's blog. Maybe I don't get his "jokes," but I felt nauseous about how being skinny is one of the most important things in his life and the lives of his followers. After reading  a couple of his postings I felt like eating two bacon hamburgers with French fries and drinking three liters of non-diet Coke just to feel like a fighter against this stupid gotta-be-anorexic trend. I still think he is a great designer (actually I love his work) but why on earth is the fashion world so shallow? Why does dressing uniquely and expressing yourself through what you use to cover your beautiful body an excuse for being mean? 

However, something good happened after I compulsively closed out of Mr. Lagerfeld's blog. I felt inspired to start a new project called "The Guayaba Project Top 20 Real Nice Things in Life." For the next twenty entries I will make reference to those things that bring my oomph up and wake up my sleeping butterflies. This project will be the Billboard of feelings. I don't even know what my number-one nice thing is yet-! You'll have to stay tuned to find out. 

At the Independent Fashion Bloggers Conference I attended a couple of weeks ago, I heard Iman (super-model married to David Bowie, for those of you living in a cave or, even worse, with no interest in pop culture) say: "Girls, a successful person is not someone with a lot of money or a lot of power. A successful person is someone that inspires others to do great things." Thank you, Karl (we are buddies now), for inspiring me through your blog to not become a shallow bitch! 

Real Nice Thing in Life #20: The feeling of immersing your body in water. Extra points if it happens with the US Polo team. 

Unfortunately all these pictures were not taken by me. The lucky bastard was L.A. based photographer Luke Gilford 

martes, 25 de septiembre de 2012

lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2012

Monday's deep thoughts....

I've been on the lookout for a cool pair of "real life" shoes (i.e. shoes that I can wear without blistering my feet to the point of bleeding) for the past couple of weeks. I love high heels, but those are unrealistic, impractical shoes, at least for those of us with wide feet and without a chauffeur to drive us everywhere instead of having to move at a regular and fairly slow pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once, also known as walking.

So in my quest for the perfect pair of shoes I came along these Marie Antoinette inspired Miu Miu shoes. I like these for three main reasons:

1. They remind me of Courtney Love. Allow me to explain; I was walking by the Miu Miu SoHo store during a lunch break, and since I get attracted to shiny objects just  like a seagull, I decided to take a look inside to see all the different items I can't afford (with the exception of certain on sale shoes that nobody but dorks like me like). All of a sudden the store manager closes the store (with me inside) and I find myself shopping next to Nirvana's first lady Courtney Love. Her bag was laying open next to mine. I thought about slipping one of my blog's card into her purse (shame), but I didn't have the balls (more shame).  

2. They are shiny. Read reason #1.
3. They are wide. As much as I like fashion and clothing, I'm a very basic human being. Along with loving skinny-dipping, honest smiles and laugh-until-your-belly-hurts moments, there's nothing I love more than being barefoot. This has caused my feet to widen up to the point where they look more like a square rather than a rectangle. So finding shoes that don't bother my always-growing bunion is always a challenge.  

I took my soon-to-be everyday shoes out for a test drive. No blisters or purple toe nails for five blocks of non-stop walking! Life is beautiful.
Miu Miu shoes, Dannijo necklace, Mossimo for Target Love sweater, Kirna Zabate for Target plastic skirt and bracelet.
All picture by Alcibiades.       

lunes, 13 de agosto de 2012

haPpy mOnday!

...you are never fully dressed  until you wear a smile.
vintage blouse found on my uncle's basement (did I ever mention he used to work on the Fashion District in the 70's? bags full of vintage clothes are still to be discovered), French Connection headband, Easiest DIY of the month: the Black Tooth by Sharpie

viernes, 20 de abril de 2012

Sea you later

It's official, my vision isn't what it used to be. I've found myself squeezing my eyes to be able to focus so many times that I just can't ignore the fact that I need glasses. I can't see shit.
If you ever saw me on the streets and I didn't say hello please forgive me, most probably my eyes didn't focus fast enough and my brain didn't process your face. That's why I've decided to smile at everyone that I "see", as you can imagine my circle of friends has expended dramatically lately.

My sometimes obnoxious positive attitude towards everything in life has me smiling at this new "obstacle". I'm excited at the fact that I might be wearing beautiful retro glasses! The old soul that lives inside of me will finally be able to rise from the ashes like Phoenix. So what do you think? what type of glasses should I be getting? (I haven't even gone to the optometrist yet, but at this point I'm sure I need some sort of visual aid).

Stay tuned, I'll be wearing something on my face other than a stupid smile very soon!

Enjoy your weekend everyone :)

Life 1960