Selena Gomez is backstage in her dressing room in floods of tears. It’s 2016, and she is rehearsing her Revival tour. Things are not going well: “It sucks. It looks so bad. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing,” Gomez cries. The faces of her inner circle register panic.
To the outside world Gomez is projecting the image of a young woman coming into her own as a confident grownup pop singer – leaving behind her Disney child star persona. Behind the scenes, she is falling apart: self-critical and overly concerned about what others think. Does she look old enough? Sexy enough? Studying the monitor, she says her body is too young, “like a 12-year-old boy”.
