Frida Kahlo

Hello. My name is Frida, and I want to tell you my story. I grew up in a very special house. It was called the Casa Azul, which means the Blue House. It was so bright and blue, just like the sky on a sunny day. I loved my blue house, and I loved all the colors in the world. I loved to play with my animal friends and be with my family. My papa was a photographer, and he showed me how to see the world like a beautiful picture. When I was a little girl, one of my legs got sick. It didn't grow as big as the other one. Sometimes it made walking tricky, but it made my heart grow bigger and stronger. I learned to be brave and find my own way to dance through life.

One day, I had a big ouchie in an accident on a bus. It meant I had to stay in bed and rest for a long, long time. I felt sad and bored just lying there. So, I started to paint. My mama and papa brought me a special easel so I could paint right from my bed. I painted what I knew best, me. I painted my own face, my feelings, and my dreams. I painted the flowers from my garden and my funny pet monkeys who made me laugh. Painting was my way of telling my story. Later, I met a big, wonderful painter named Diego Rivera. We fell in love and got married. He loved my colorful paintings. Even when my body hurt, I filled my paintings with bright colors and sunshine. It was how I shared my happy, brave, and colorful heart with the whole world.