The photograph was taken in 2017, on my senior year’s trip to school. For a week we traveled through different cities in southern Chile: parks and nature reserves were our main attraction. At the time, I had my first serious relationship. My boyfriend kept calling me to find out who was with me, who was looking at me, what I was doing and what I was wearing. Most of my ex-clasmmates have good memories of the trip, but I don’t. I felt that I was not well, that I didn’t fit in with anyone, that nobody underestimated me. My mother was very far away. But anyway, if I had been close, there would have been no difference. I couldn’t count on anyone. I felt bad and alone. I was photographed in front of one of the small waterfalls, before the "Salto del laja" in Los Ángeles. Burdened by my feelings, I cried as I watched the water fall. At the moment, to friends came to hug me. I dropped all my tears. Since then, I broke off with my boyfriend, my mom and any toxic person who ...