And what is that T-shirt supposed to mean? You haven’t even been to D.R. I’m still Dominican. Mami tells me we supposed to be the most beautiful women on the planet, Flaca says, stretching her neck to take a better look at herself in the mirror over the dresser.
Dialogue about what it is to be Dominican, identification, nationalism, and clinging to promises of something better than the messages received in reality: not belonging, displaced, ugly, lost
