When things fit worse and Alecia felt depression start to kick in, she picked her phone and walked into the bathroom.

Bad lighting, white tiles behind her, no makeup, hair knotted at the top of her head like she hadn’t brushed it in days. The frame shook for a second, then her face filled the screen. She was holding the phone herself.

That’s what made it viral in the first place.

Raw, vulnerable, messy—just like they liked it.

“My name is Alecia DeLuca,” she said, staring ...