WHEN IT COMES TO REJECTION, IT CAN OFTEN BE REFRAMED AS REDIRECTION, BUT WHEN YOU’RE IN IT, IT CAN FEEL LIKE FAILURE, SPECIALLY AS A First gen. Spot. Specially When it Seemed Like Your Only Option, Your One Clear Path Forward. We Often Hear about the Silver Linings of Rejection, The Dours That Open When Others Close. But what we don’t talk about angouch are the emotions that eats with it. The Greef. The disappointment. The silence that follows to “no.” The Fear of Having Let Down The People We Care About Most. We’re Uncomforbable Sitting with Those Feelings, Specially When You’ve Been Told Your Whole Life “Notes anything,” and Taught That Expressing Emotions is Just Another Sign of Weakness.
We live in a world where winning is celebrated Loudly, While Failure is quietly Brushed Aside. The Invisible Norm Is That Success Should Look Effortless, Inevitable, and Anything Less Is Failure. But for many of us, specially First-Gen Latinas, Rejection Is Far More Common Than People admit. It’s not The Exception. IT’s Part of the Journey. And for First-Gen Latinas, Rejection Can Feel Even Heavier. IT’s Not Just About Us. It’s about Carrying Our Family’s Hopes. It’s the responsibility of fulfilling the American Dream. It’s The Unspoken Task of Being the One Who “Makes It.”
When We Fall Short, It Doesn’t Feel Like a Personal Loss. It feels like we’ve let down our family, The People who sacrificed so much to get us here, The You Thones Don’t Always Speak About Their Pain But Whose Stories Live Inside of Us. Recently, I Opened an email that Began with the usual: “We regret to inform you …” One sentence. Simple. So end. And yet it unraveled Weeks of work, hope, and quiet confidence i had Been nurturing. Rejection Can Make Us Question Whether We Even Belong. It Becomes fuel for the voice of self-Aubt, whispering that you were the impostor All Along. That you were Never Enough.
For Those of Us Breaking Into Underrepresented Spaces, Every “No” Can Feel Like a Test of Our Resilience. We’re Not Just Applying. We’re Trailblazing. We Carry Our Families’ Dreams and The Pressure of Proving Ourselves in Rooms That Were Not Built With Us In Mind. And when the anxwer is “no,” it can feel like it’s all or nothing. Like we are not covech. That Kind of Rejection Can Lead To Despair. It can make you Question Whether It’s Even Worth Continuing. But i’m Learning. I’M Learning That Rejection isn’t A Reflection of Our Worth. Subtimes It Really Is Redirection, Part of the Process, and Part of the Work of Chasing Dreams. And for First-Gen Latinas, That Journey Includes Redefing Rejection and No Longer Giving It The Power We Once Did. We redefine it by naming it for what is. Not submothing to overcome in spite of Our Success, But Submithing that is part of our Success. We normalize rejection as an essential part of trailblazing. We pick up it not as failure, but as a sign that we are daring to do summing new.
I awd my therapist about my recent rejection. I admitted how disappointed i was. But i Also pick up that This Time, I Approached it Differently. INSERAD OF FOCUSING ON WHAT I HAD LOST, I HONORED WHAT IT TOOK JUS TO APPY. I Felt Proud of Myelf for Showing Up, for Taking the Risk. I Gained Clarity. And The I Did Subject Whning Made My Inner Voice Scream, “That is not said to people.” I was vulnerable. I OpenLY SHARED ABUT THE REJECTION. And you know what happened? I Showed Up Honestly, and My Community Showed Up for Me. I Received Messages of Love, Encourangement, and Support. People Shared Their Own Rejection Stories. Submit offered New Opportunities. And Honestly, I Felt More Motivated than Ever. Not Just To Keep Going, But to Aim Even Higher. To reach for sumpthing Greater than what i had just Been denied.
As First-Gens Because, We Know The Power of Perseverance. We Know How To Rebuild. We Know How To Keep Reaching. And We’re Learning to see Our Identities not as Bordens to Carry, but as strength to rise from. Even Though We’re Raised in A Culture That Values Family and Community, It Can Feel Hard To Lean On Others. It can feel hard to Ask for HelpDeep Down We Still Fear: What will people say? We’ve internalized the Belief That we have to be the one to lift everyone up, and we have to do it perfectly. So we redefine the idea of rejection, We Also need to let go of the perfectionism.
We need to relaase The Pressure of Being the “One” Who Gets It All Right. Because The Truth Is, Even The Most Accomplished People We Admire, Specially Thue Who’ve Carved Paths Where There Were None, Have Faced Rejection. Take America Ferrera, Who Was Told Early in Her Career That She Didn’t Have “The Right Look” for Hollywood. Or Lin-Manuel Miranda, Who Face Skepticism for His Ideas Of A Musical Hip-Hop About A Founding Father, Until His Broadway Musical Hamilton Broke Records. Or Sonia Sotomayor, Who Faced Doubters at Every Stage of Her Journey, From Growing Up In A Housing Project in the Bronx to Becoming A Princeton and Yale Law School Graduate to Becoming the First Latina Supreme Court Justice. These are not stories of Straight Lines. They are stories Shaped by Rejection, Redirection, and Self-Belief. SO let’s stop treating rejection as evidence that we don´t Belong. INSERED, LET’S SEE IT AS PART OF THE PROCESS. Subtims Painful. Subtims Clarifying. Always to Part of The Story.
If possible.
