I'm about to tell you a secret not every Latina has to keep. Are you ready? I did not have a quinceñera. Wait — that's not all. Not only did I not have a quinceañera celebration, I actually was mortified by the idea of having one.
When the option was presented to me, I could not scream "NOOOOOO!" loud enough or fast enough. Poofy dress, girlie girlie-ness, dancing in front of others, my last doll — I never even liked dolls, anyway — and all of it felt so not me. My mom didn't press the issue, thank goodness, because I would have just DIED I tell you, died!
Now that I'm the mother of two daughters, it occurs to me that one or both of them might want a quinceañera, and who am I to stand in the way of such a celebration? If they decided they want one I will be supportive and figure it out.
In the meme-time, I leave you with these quinceañera truths:
Never deny a quinceañera party to someone who really wants one.
Ain't nobody got time for that kind of resentment or regret.