Giselle

Have you ever seen a photo of yourself and then freaked out because you realize that you look exactly like one of your parents? Or wondered if you’re acting or becoming like them? One of the selfies I took today was 100% like my Mom… her look, her smile (well, minus her skin color). She’s a gorgeous shade of brown.😍 Although, thanks to her genes, I tan well. But no sun exposure for me for at least another 3-4 months. Sorry, getting sidetracked here.

In seeing my Mom in my photo, I wondered why the initial reaction was “fear?” What was it that I feared becoming? Because she’s a survivor on so many levels and has a level of strength I deeply respect. Yet, without revealing more than I have right to, I can tell you that it’s her pain and how hard life has been for her that scared me.

Then, I remembered… this is my chance to be the best, happiest, healthiest version of HER if circumstances were different. I reflected how I’ve been already repurposing all the good things she passed on to me and creating my version of them. (As of late, her hips😁). I know she’d never want her children to be her clones. Rather, be happier than she’s ever been. So, that’s what I’ll continue to strive for. Her strength helped her endure. The same strength she passed on helps me endure when needed, it also allows me to make choices she might not have had the chance to. Because she taught me to take no BS by being a good example and standing up for herself even when it was hard and risky.

I already decided that the buck stops with me. All the generational patterns her lineage had to experience… I acknowledge them, but do not own them. My intention has always been to heal them within me so it ends now, but may the healing also ripple back to souls of my ancestors, too.

Long and short of it… genetically you’re a mix, as a soul you’re 100% you. You, the Soul, will get to decide what to do with whatever may have be passed down to you. Acknowledge the challenges if there are some but do not give power to them. That power is better used for you to do something about them.


I am that I am and intend to be the best, the most divine version of me that I can be, period. Love you Mom!

I’ve always been in awe of your light, love and kindness. And, Tuesday was no exception! I have never sobbed and bawled so much from sheer joy before (for hours). As I “welcomed you in,” you arrived with the gift of unconditional love. You turned it into the celebration I always prayed this could be. Today, the world looks a little brighter. Thank each and every one of you for being the lights that brighten my world.

Hi, my loves! It’s Giselle now! And my pronouns are she/her. I am a transgender woman.

Take all the time you need. I sure did.

The even better news is that I am back and missed you all very much while I was away.

I am alive and I am happy. Two very important things!

I am now my wildest dream come true. I am grateful for the past, exhilarated and slightly terrified in the present, ecstatic, and curious about the future! I know that I am a transgender woman, but I don’t know what it means as to where I’m headed or my place in the world. Yet. Therefore, I’m not quite ready to answer any questions at this time and would appreciate your patience with me.

This is me not so much “coming out,” but “welcoming you in” as a dear mentor of mine pointed out. There’s much to say, but for today, let’s leave it at… Hi! I am Giselle!🎉



Also note that I am sharing two new links in my bio from
One with a list of frequently asked questions that I think is super helpful! The other one is a list of accounts he curated that you might want to give a look.

Can someone please explain to me how we can send people into space, but can’t manufacture clean and healthy eye makeup that doesn’t flake and fade within minutes? Yet, they’re impossible to remove when it’s actually time to take it off?😁

I’m back! As suddenly as I disappeared, I’m also making a spontaneous decision to show up again. No pre-written explanations or waxing poetic here. There’s only one me. So I’m doing the best I can, y’all. The hours spent away were needed to be focused also in service, writing, teaching and taking care of myself. Great things happened since then (and also a bunch of crap). So…life, basically. I’m sure in the coming posts I’ll get a chance to share more, but I have to start somewhere before I change my mind or lose my courage.😁 For an introvert hermit like me, once you find your happy space in your little cave, it’s hard to reemerge. I kept thinking I’ll return when this is done, that is fixed, etc. F**k it guys…it’s life, and as we all know, there’s always something to be fixed. I’m back with 24lbs more than I left. I’m into the world of my 40s now. Why wait till all is fixed and oh so perfect. That only sets an unrealistic expectation. I’m also getting my ass handed to me during my Chiron Transit, and I actually got to a point where I’m not really appreciating all that is healing and emerging. I’ll be honest. It’s hard, and I’m resisting pushing the publish button. Here it goes. I don’t know anything about what frequency I can post. Trying to figure that out and I can’t manage these pages solo anymore. Ok it’s almost time for my Tuesday class on Patreon! Gotta go!