Only for pretty people

I was born and raised in Mexico, I had a mom and a sister, but then my sister left one day to live with my dad. Half of my family lived in Chicago and I was the daughter that did not want to leave Mexico. I stayed there for as long as I could. I graduated as an accountant and became the valedictorian student of my generation. Life seemed promising…in my dreams. Reality was something else. When I applied for jobs so I could stay in Mexico and be an independent woman, nobody would hire me. I had so many interviews and felt like I was getting nowhere. I could not understand why I was not being hired. I was the most…