*breaths* I know there is controversy when it comes to MONAT, but in MY case, this is what happened:

In order for me to tell you about MONAT, I have to first rewind back a little bit; when I was in high school I completely destroyed my hair. Despite the fact that, up to now, I never really used heating tools *other than my hair dryer*, I did constantly dye my hair, which slowly fried it. Split ends, hair that would easily break when brushed and a totally crazy discoloration where just some of the issues I had. About a year or so ago, my boyfriend, Eric, did a little research and gifted me a couple MONAT Flexships! I was very excited to try the products but I did not expect them to work, after all, I had tried so many other products that at that point I had already given up. I used the products religiously; after a couple weeks there was a noticeable change in my hair's vitality and shine. Once 7 months passed, I was no longer able to afford my hair care so I felt forced to cancel my VIP.

Through the months, my hair started to look just like it did before... dull, frizzy... In January I became a VIP for the 2nd time! I was thrilled to try the shampoos again and be able to see the change my hair was about to make once again. About 2 months after I was told about the opportunity of becoming a market partner and I decided to invest some $$, after all, if I am going to buy the products might as well sell them! Within days I received a package FILLED with beauty products, not only for my hair but for my skin! I am a very straight forward person, I refuse to lie to make a sale, which is why I would only sell a product I trust. MONAT has absolutely changed my hair, it is softer, healthier and shiny; I won't force you to buy anything... but you might want to do yourself the favor.

I use my MONAT facial products every morning and night; I wanted to know if they actually did something to my skin so I decided to track it with my HiMirror*. I was honestly amazed to see that after just 1 use my mirror was able to detect improvement, -16.52% in roughness and -7.25% in my dark circles.My face is silky and my hair shines no matter what. If after reading this you are wondering what the conditions are or you want to ask me a thousand questions trying to find out what the catch is (trust me, there's none) don't hesitate to send me a message (no strings attached)!

HiMirror* smart mirror that analyzes your skin to keep track of the success of your beauty products with an incredible make up light.

Have you ever waved back at someone who was not waving at you? or, walked around with something stuck between your teeth during a day in which, for some reason, you smiled more than usual? Maybe you've confidently yelled out an answer in class, only to find out you are wrong.

Embarrassment is one of the most awful feelings. It all comes to be a domino effect; let's take a look back in time to a point in the late 2000s, to the first *of many* of Didi's public embarrassments. It was a day like any other, the sky was cloudy and the pavement still wet from the rain, as for me I was looking out the window, eagerly waiting to finally be allowed out for recess. During this time of the year, in our PE class, we spent a couple months learning ballroom dancing, and had a competition towards the end of the school year. I was eager to show my friends how much I had improved; the bell rang and I rushed out. As usual we met at the top soccer field, where our class (3A) and the class next door (3B) got together during recess time. I looked at one of my friends and began talking about my dance skills, so we decided to start dancing. During the first 30 seconds everything went well, turns, steps, synch...then all of a sudden my partner fails to catch me as I lay back. I fell flat on the wet pavement of the soccer field, my skirt so far up I was completely exposed, my face turned red and my palms started to sweet... I couldn't move. I stayed on the floor for a little while I covered my eyes, hoping that people would just ignore it... that did NOT happen. My friends helped me up, but the more people laughed the more I wish the earth would swallow me; I got as red as a lobster and I couldn't stop laughing *it's better than crying*. What felt like the whole world, was able to take a peak under my skirt, I thought my life was over and for the next couple of months there was not a single person that didn't bring it up.

PS. I did not win the dancing competition, but I did earn a purple bruise on my butt.

I have always loved dogs... but as some cruel joke of destiny I did not come to adopt a puppy until I was 20 years old; his name is Maui.

I must admit that Maui has changed my life; I remember being in the car on our way to pick him up, when we arrived at the house I didn't know what to do with myself. I walked in and thanked our friends for trusting me to adopt one of their puppies, then I turned around and picked up Maui... slightly under 4 pounds Maui. We made it home and the little guy soon began exploring, but we had a bit of an issue with the mirror, you see, he assumed his reflection was one of his siblings; Maui walked straight into the mirror. That night, I was awake until 3:55am, until he finally fell asleep; of course that only lasted 45 minutes.

Have you ever been so worried about another living being that just the simple thought of them getting hurt drives you crazy? I always assumed that when I became a mom I would be pretty laid back... but after having Maui... I am not so sure anymore. When he is running, you are scared, he could get hurt, when he walks by a cat, you are scared, he could get hurt, when he sleeps, when he plays, when he lays, you are ALWAYS worried because.... HE. COULD. GET. HURT! Having a defenseless tiny little thing depending on me to protect him has shown me that I might become a crazy mom.

I care for him, I buy him everything he needs, I teach and discipline him but over all I watch him grow and develop his personality. There are very few things in this world I love more than being Maui's mom. So next year, be sure to say "Happy Mother's Day" to all the dog mom's out there! If you have a dog you will understand when I say, they are the most loving and loyal creatures on this earth and don't take long to become part of the family.

As of today, Maui is 1 year and half and has officially graduated Puppy Training! The rest of the course has been delayed due to COVID-19 but soon he will go back to school, to become the best boy ever!

At some point or another, as we grow up, our innocence fades away and nasty feelings begin to creep in; a feeling that hit me hard? Shame.
While I was growing up in Spain everyone knew me by my birth name, and truthfully I never really put much thought into it, until I moved to the United States. From one moment to the next I was forced to repeat my name several times before people understood, I heard several mispronunciations, I was laughed at, and I didn't care... not enough to hurt... yet.

Have you ever felt like someone's sole purpose at a specific instant is to break you? Although it has occurred to me several times, at some point in September of 2012... it actually worked. I remember Freshman Didi walking down those white and green colored hallways, I had been instructed to deliver a note to a teacher downstairs, but little did I know that would change who I was forever. I knocked on the door and walked into the classroom, I advised the teacher of the message as I was instructed and began to walk back to class, but before I made it to the door he yelled at me to stop; the teacher forced me to stand in front of the classroom and intended to use me in order to have his class crack a couple laughs. He made me recite poetry, repeat myself several times and answer questions, one of those questions? My name. This sad excuse of a man had the nerve to say "your parents must hate you! This is incredible, what kind of name is that?" as him and the class erupted in laughter. With time I might forget his answer, his face, the eyes of a class of High School Juniors staring and laughing at me, but I will NEVER forget the way he made me feel.

Throughout High School, I tried very hard to have people call me "Didi" instead, but unfortunately the nick name did not catch on until College #TookALifetime.
Now very few people know my name, and honestly when they call me by it I still feel like it is only to make fun of me, which is why I only allow family to use it.
Will I ever go by my birth name again? I don't think so, but as for the teacher that made me feel ashamed of my own name... he has now been arrested, who is funny now?