Gabourey Sidibe Is Fat...Guess What Heffas, So Am I
Ever since Gaborey Sidibe got cast in the movie Precious, folks have been talking about that young woman's weight. She's sooo fat. She looks unhealthy. She needs to lose weight. She's a big cow who can't possibly be happy at that size. She's killing herself.
Foolish, heartless Howard Stern and that awful Robin woman he works with even decided to rant about Gabby's size on the radio.
You just want to say to her, listen honey, now you got a little money in the bank, go get yourself thin, you're gonna die in like three years.
Yeah, you're sick, this is a terrible thing you've done to yourself and it could only lead to bad things...."
And they went on and on and on talking about how Gabby will never get another role and insiders say she'll never work in this town again.
I could spend paragraphs explaining how Stern is a prime example of how a man can be uglier than a cockroach and still achieve success, but I don't feel like wasting more space on him.
Instead, let's get this straight - how much Gabourey Sidibe weighs is her business. What size clothing she wears is her business. If she decides to take off some pounds, that's her business. And until she gets to be a size ZERO, she will be FAT in Hollywood.
You know how I know that? Because I've lived in Los Angeles for almost 12 years and everywhere I go in Hollywood, Los Feliz, Silver Lake, the Westside... I am the motherchunkin' fat girl. I am not a size 0, 2, 4 or 6. Sometimes I'm an 8. Most of the time I'm a 10. Sometimes I'm even a -GASP- 12... and according to this town, I might as well freakin' KILL myself because of it.
Even before I had kids when all I did was go teach at my school in Compton and then go to the gym for TWO hours a day, I was considered fat. I thought "certified banger" should be stamped on my forehead, but trust me when I say I was still the "big girl" with the cute face who'd be sooo much prettier if I lost 30 pounds.
I still think "certified banger" should be stamped on my forehead, especially when I'm out training for a marathon. It makes me feel good to accomplish something that physical. And the accomplishment has nothing to do with the number on my scale or my pant size. But whether or not I can run a marathon is not important to some folks. Some folks figure there's no point in running if at the end of it I don't weigh 110 lbs.
Why do we put a woman's accomplishments in second place to her appearance and her size? Do people read something I've written and then say, "Yeah, you know that Liz is an OK writer but she'd be SO much better if she lost 30 pounds."
Who knows? Maybe a thinner me would be so hungry I'd write non-stop to distract myself from my growling stomach. I bet I could easily acquire some
drugs to make me lose weight and forget about eating ever again medication to help me concentrate, and before my next birthday, bingo, the Great American Novel of the 21st century would be written.
I might end up addicted, but damn if I wouldn't look spectacularly waifish on my book jacket! I'd tour Barnes and Nobles across the country wearing size 0 pants and folks coming to hear me read would end up asking me how I stay so thin instead of about the themes in my novel.
No, I'm not the same size as Gabourey Sidibe, but the reality is I don't have to be. If you don't meet the psychotically thin standard of beauty, you don't meet it. It doesn't matter if you're 10, 20, 30 or 150 pounds bigger. You're still too big.
It's impossible to figure out what's a normal size in this world of ours. Normal here in Los Angeles, and in the fashion and gossip magazines that rule our world, is something that looks unhealthy to me. I don't like seeing women looking like they stepped out of a concentration camp photo. That doesn't scream sexy to me. It never has.
I've never had a tummy tuck. Never had liposuction. I don't have a trainer. I have cellulite. And I'm about to run my THIRD marathon in 11 days. Would I like to lose some pounds? Sure, because I'm genetically predisposed to gain weight in my midsection and we all know abdominal fat is the least healthy kind of fat. I'm not trying to get heart disease, mmkay. But that's my choice.
Bottom line, Gabourey Sidibe is a grown ass woman. She's making the choices and decisions that are right or wrong for her, just like we all do. What I want her critics to ask themselves is unless she's asking YOU to go buy her groceries, unless she's asking you to go buy her clothes, or her plane tickets, why are you so caught up in her size? If you think she has issues that she's masking by stuffing herself full of food, do you think any of this is going to help her deal?
Finally, if you're worried about health, look in the mirror. 67% of Americans are overweight so maybe YOU need to worry about your own rolls of fat instead of Gabourey Sidibe's