Today in body image issues.
we played a hard and ridiculous set today. As a band, we keep getting better and better. I don’t think about how I look while performing. I tuck my shirt in before we play, hit on myself in the mirror and go out and DO IT.
(Space Reserved For Set Itself… crowd antics, floor crawling, low end harshness, etc.)
Then—after loading out, dropping equipment off, and returning to friends I saw a horrible picture of myself.
I’ve struggled with my size for ages, and I’ve lost weight/gained weight/plateau’d. In my head, I think I look great. But man, when you see a picture of your “bad side” it’s enough to make you wanna give up. Hide in a hole, fuck off forever and never look back. I think I’m okay, but a fucking instagram is making me second guess myself.
