This is a personal reflection by Misty Tripoli about severe struggles with self-image and mental health. She describes reaching a point of deep despair, feeling that others constantly judged her appearance, and realizing later that these fears consumed her despite others likely not caring.
So what called to me with this deep darkness of, like, I got to the point where I didn't want to live. I just basically said, if my life looks like this five years from now, just take me now. Because I swear to God that when I walked into a room, I was so sure that every single person was analyzing my shape. And, dear God, of course they're talking about it, and they're laying asleep at night and going, did you see Misty's ass today? She must have put on ten pounds, right? But I was losing my life over something nobody cared about.
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