I had a really good night.
I love Slippery Rock. It’s been my family for 5 years and counting. We had an amazing show at the Ginger Hill Tavern – It’s the home bar for Walk of Shame, and has been my favorite place to play for years. I consider the staff, even though they have evolved a bit, to be my family. We’ve grown a lot together.
I just got back from a week of playing shows in Dewey Beach – Which is basically the music capital of the East Coast for cover bands. I am blessed (or hashtag #Blessed) to get to do what I am doing now. The people in Dewey are amazing, I’m already looking forward to 2015. I spent a week bantering with Philly people about how bad of a sports town it is, and got paid for it. I’m no stranger to crowd interaction, it’s kinda my thing. That’s not the point of this blog.
I think I upset a girl tonight, and I upset her in the process of paying her a compliment. (Granted, I’m a dozen Jagerbombs deep writing at 6am) Here’s the situation:
I’ve been playing at this place for years now. One of the girls there looked amazing tonight. Like, totally my type. Like, for the first time in the 3 years that I’ve known her, she was on the radar as “hey, I’d love to do terrible things to her if she was even drunk and/or stupid enough to make a bad life decision along with a rapidly aging fat/sweaty lead singer.”
She also put on a few pounds over the Summer.
Now I know where you are all going. The initial thought/reaction is, “oh my God – you called that girl FAT!” when that is not remotely the case. However, I completely understand and see your point.
Here’s the thing: I spent the majority of the night expressing how good this girl looked. Seriously.
Sean from 10 years ago is going to really be pissed at this, but here’s the point:
Ladies – you putting on a few pounds ain’t always a bad thing.
Shallow boys aside – Sometimes you look better with some curves. Granted, my track record tells me that I have the same taste in women as the average black dude, but it is what it is.
This shit where gorgeous girls feel like they have to be a size 2 for guys to like them needs to stop. I’m 6’1, 265 (on a good day after a good bowel movement) and I haven’t thought twice about it. Yeah, my torn meniscus would probably like me to drop a few pounds. Yeah, I shredded my ankle in December and I’m still not 100% – But I’ve always been a bigger dude, and it has never been a problem for me. For some stupid reason – chicks still dig me. Yay for my boyish good looks, dimples, and full head of hair. Suck it Wagner and Sting!
I never thought in a million years that I would be writing a blog about fat shaming, but here we are. I paid a girl what in MY mind was a compliment, and sent her home crying and consuming nothing but celery and water for a week.
If she was 5’6, 110 pounds, I would break her. I would destroy her. even a girl who is 5’6, 110 who THINKS she’s into rough sex would run into a dude like me who is 6’1, 260 (I know I was 265 when I started this blog… But I’ve had some time to “Cut some weight” in the bathroom” and be broken. Like, badly. Like, no way to bounce back.
We could all stand to lose 5-10 pounds. If you are going to live your life worrying about that, you are missing out. I’m here to tell you that every inch of you is beautiful – from the bottom to the top – But only if YOU believe that.
So love yourself. Understand that the scale doesn’t determine your beauty.
Go head and tell them skinny bitches that.