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>What are the characteristics of the Mexican woman?

The Mexican woman doesn’t just survive, she fucking conquers. From the azteca queens like Malinche (yeah, she was a boss even if history tried to shit on her) to modern day presidentas like Claudia Sheinbaum, she’s been running shit since before your abuelita’s abuelita.

She’ll wake up at 5 a.m. to make tortillas from scratch, go to work, raise three kids, and still have time to mentarte la madre if you leave the dishes in the sink. She’s the one who holds the family together like glue made of nopales y huevos.

When a mexicana gets mad? ¡Se arma el desmadre!

She’ll give you a mirada que mata that makes you piss your pants faster than a shot of mezcal quemándote las tripas.

But when she loves? ¡Puta madre, te ama con todo el pinche corazón!

She’ll cook you mole poblano for three days straight, call you “mi rey” even when you’re acting like a pendejo, and defend you like a leona if someone talks shit.

Her passion is nuclear she’ll cry at a telenovela, dance cumbia like nobody’s watching, and fuck like a goddess when the mood strikes.

Forget Gordon Ramsay, the real chef is your tía Chabela who makes enchiladas suizas that make you llorar de felicidad. The Mexican woman is a culinary fucking genius.

She knows 300 ways to cook beans, can turn a sad chicken into pollo en salsa verde, and her salsa will make you sweat from your soul.

She doesn’t need a Michelin star, she’s got abuelita’s approval, and that’s worth more than all the gold in Guanajuato.

The Mexican woman rocks her curves like a pinche runway model. Big hips? Sí. Thick thighs? Claro. Booty that could stop traffic in CDMX? ¡Órale!

She doesn’t starve herself for some gringa ideal, she eats tacos al pastor at 2 a.m. and still looks like a diosa azteca.

And if you body-shame her? Te va a madrear con un metate. She’s confident, sexy, and knows her nalgas are a national treasure
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