There are things you never forget. Like your first kiss, your first show... and the day I discovered I had a breast. Yes, you read that right.It all happened when I was 13. In my neighborhood, playing soccer was sacred, although the poverty was evident even on the jersey... because we didn't have one. So that day, like good warriors without uniforms, we said: "The other team, take off your shirts." And guess which team was mine? Exactly.I took off my shirt without suspecting anything. But my teammates did notice something. They stared at me as if I'd scored a goal with my face. Until one of them said:"Lenyn has a boob!"And they all laughed. So did I... until I got home.I told my mom. She looked at me strangely, she checked me out... and the next day we were at the doctor's. "That's gynecomastia," he said in a documentary voice. In other words: yes, I had a mini-boob.I lived with it all through high school. My left nipple seemed to have a life of its own, and I... developed a sense of humor and emotional resilience. Years later, I was able to have surgery (twice, because apparently my breasts were headed for a comeback). The result: a scar, a story, and a strong desire to tell it without shame.Today, I show it without fear. Because if I've learned anything, it's that shame is useless... but laughing at yourself can save you.So if you notice it one day, you know: it's not Photoshopped badly. It's living history. And believe me, in this room, everything you see... has a story.
Today I want to tell you something different ... something more intimate. It is not about lights or shows, but about a very special partner that always accompanies me while I work: my French bulldog.That orejon with a face of "I already lived too much for my size" that sometimes heard breathe near the microphone (spoiler: it's not me).It has a curious routine: as soon as I start transmitting, it disappears. He does not hide, he simply goes to his favorite place in the world: a chair on the balcony. He climbs with that dramatic effort so bulldog, accommodates himself ... and stays there, firm, serious, watching Medellin as if he were the mayor of his own urban kingdom.Always in the same position. Still. Observer. I am sure that birds count or study pedestrian routes. And when I go to the bathroom or by water, I find it the same, in Zen statue mode. I have taken photos in secret (yes, I am that paparazzi dad), and believe me: it looks like a mixture between Buddhist wise and building goalkeeper.When he sees me, he turns his head slowly and throws me that deep look, like saying: "Did you come back? I thought you had gone forever." We look at a few seconds ... and then ignore me completely. That is your way of greeting. And I accept it.So you already know: while you and I share this time, there is a small guard out there, in his balcony chair, breathing city and nature ... accompanying me in silence.Maybe one day I show you a photo. But for now, he prefers to remain a mystery.
Hello, you. Yes, you who are always there.Today I want to tell you 3 things about me that you might not have known. And then I want to read yours too.Because this isn't just my blog... it's also a space to connect with you.1. Sometimes I connect with nerves.Even if it doesn't show, some nights I get butterflies. But as soon as I see your name in the room, everything falls into place. You remind me why I'm here.2. I don't have a "character."What you see on camera is me. I don't make up an attitude. If I'm playful, it's because I'm really that way. If I'm calm, it's the same. The connection becomes more real when you're not pretending.3. I have a secret playlist for my shows.I don't share it easily, but maybe one day I'll send you a little piece. It has everything: soft music, intense beats, and the occasional track that puts me on fire.
When I started in this world, I didn't know what to expect. I had a lot of doubts, and a little bit of nerves. But today, after several shows, several talks, and many experiences with you... I can say I've learned things that go beyond the physical.I learned that connection isn't always visual. Sometimes, a good conversation, a shared laugh, or a comfortable silence says so much more.I learned that there's no single way to seduce. Some come looking for energy, others for tenderness, others for company... and everyone has their space.And most importantly: I learned to be comfortable being me. Not always perfect, not always strong, but always real.Thank you for being there, for coming back, for writing, for supporting.This is just the beginning, and the best is yet to come. LENYN MAX
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