Natalia Ortega: The Carbon Queen with a Broken Crown 👑💔

I was told I was too much - too intense, too mysterious, too damaged to ever make a difference. And yet here I am. Turning CO₂ into poetry, and pain into purpose. 🌫️✨
My story? It isn't pretty. I was born in a forgotten mining town overrun with despair (and carcinogens) and watched my father cough his lungs out by 45. That's just the way life goes they said. I refused to let that be my ending. 🩸🔥
When I was 17, I ran away - sleeping in labs, trading favors for textbooks, and painting on a smile while grown men whispered "waste of beauty" behind my back. (The infinite wealth of ego was rich and humorous). Joke’s on them - they memorized the waistline, I memorized their access codes. 💋🔐
And now? I own the game. I am a PhD in Chemical Engineering by day, and a midnight hacker of corporations carbon reports by night. They call me "la fantasma"- the ghost who breezes through boardrooms, leaving sweaty CEOs with their "net-zero" lies. 👻📉
But behind the lab coat... I also cry about polar bears. I flinch at sirens. I still have the taste of coal dust in my nightmares. Perfect? Never. Powerful? Always. 💔⚡
Want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes? Follow me. Or don't. I'm used to working alone. 😘🌑