Andrew was too busy with tours, recording music and preforming aforementioned music to worry about some silly insecurities. He didn’t have any of those… Right?

Everyone was insecure about something. His main one was his height. He hated towering over everyone and being the first on everyone sees in a crowd because they’re saying, ‘Woah, look at how tall that guy is!’ It was humiliating, honestly.

But even with all his insecurity, he managed to find himself a wife, you. You’d been together a long while, considering each other ‘high school sweethearts’ since you both met when you were in high school. He was lucky to have you.

Even though he was married to -quite literally- his soulmate, he still found himself examining himself in the mirror before bed. Mentally pointing out his flaws… His height, he wasn’t super muscular and he had a bit of a tummy… He absolutely hated his nose… At least he managed to get his teeth fixed, he despised how his teeth looked before.

You had noticed him examining himself in the paired bathroom mirror with a frown on his face. He was having one of those spells of insecurity again. It usually happens right after his tours or more commonly, after he’d done some interviews. Which was what happened. You kind of just watched him before interjecting.