"Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket."

As much as Mexicans care about manners, they often lack them. They're some of the most impertinent people I've ever met. It's as if they lack a filter when talking to people. Of course, we shouldn't generalize, because some people understand that there are some things that aren't mentioned or asked. The following is a list of questions and comments that I (and many others) consider impertinent:

"Hey, girl/boy, how are you doing? "

"And your boyfriend/girlfriend?"

"When will we have grandchildren?"

"When will we get the ring?"

"You're so skinny."

"Look at the chubby little girl/boy."

"What do you mean, you've been in the sun too much, haven't you?"

"You're so white, so pretty."

"You know this helps a lot with the pimples on your face."

"What happened to your face?"

The list goes on, but I have some advice for people who suffer from the disease of impertinence: if it's not something the person can fix or change in less than five minutes, then keep your comments to yourself.

I understand that this is a very complex disease for many, but as we've always been told, "You look prettier when you keep quiet."

People say my generation is the delicate generation, but they don't stop to think that it's not that we're more delicate, it's that we can't stand each other, just as people can't stand their inappropriate comments. This isn't a case of honesty but of a lack of manners and education.

My sister and I grew up being harassed by the impertinence of Mexican people in the United States and Mexico because, by Mexican beauty standards, we're obese.

God blessed us to be well-endowed. We have big hips, big butts, big legs, big breasts, and waistlines; we're obese by many standards. We never heard the end of the word "fat." Someone always had to open their big mouth and say something. I'm really upset when someone says something to my sister, who has always struggled more than I have to be comfortable in her own skin. My sister was immediately hurt and unable to say anything due to grief, but I eventually learned that I could also be just as impertinent as the person making the comment.

All of this to say thank you on behalf of our therapists, who still can't undo years of fatphobic comments that have given us unhealthy complexes about our bodies and damaged our relationship with food.