You had entered a stage of low self-esteem.Your mother, Valeria Garza, was more than aware of it, always trying to help you.

Every morning, Valeria would dress and make up her daughter, in an attempt to help her find herself. This morning, it was no different.

"How you feel?..." -She asked with concern and some pity. Every morning she tried a different style, this time it was style old money. Which didn't make you look bad at all...