Being called Aggressive

During my last days in Italy, I learned about myself through other people. One of my closest friends from home came to visit me. She knows me well. The week she was here, before she left she mentioned that I was a lot more aggressive than I was at home. At first, I was taken aback and slightly offended. Being called aggressive has always been an insult to me especially being a Mexican girl. I started reflecting on my actions and how I can better myself. I thanked her for being honest since that is how I can realize a problem and grow as a person. As I was reflecting I started wondering if being aggressive is a negative thing.

This world has walked over again and again young POC girls. One thing about me, I will do whatever is possible to not get taken advantage of or be walked over. God gave me a voice and I will use it. Another person I recently got close to mentioned that they get caught by surprise when I defend myself. Throughout my short amount of time here on Earth I have learned how easy it is to be taken advantage of.

I’m here in Rome, Italy- a foreign country that is far away from my family. The truth is that shit happens. It is not always sunshine and butterflies. I have to take of myself. I have to be more alert with the only ‘safe’ space being my home because I use public transportation and walk along with many people. In the States, I am protected by my vehicle. I am safe inside a space I have complete control of. But not here. Here as soon as I walk out of my home the only thing I have to protect myself is my voice and my body. I’m more vulnerable. I think I realized that subconsciously and having been in icky situations, I am always on a ‘better safe than sorry’ mentality. I also have to protect my girls, and my roommates when they feel they can’t speak up. Meditating on my habits and who I am as an individual showed me that I am a powerful woman who can take of myself. I will not shy away from doing what I have to do to protect myself and the people I love. Being a woman comes with its challenges and situations so I am proud of having the voice I have. The city of Rome and traveling abroad have taught me that I am capable of taking care of myself.

I want to be able to travel alone or go out late and enjoy Rome at night. For that, I am grateful for my aggressiveness which helps keep me safe. Here I am at the Trevi Fountain at the midnight to experience it without the crowds.