Every year, I like to watch the various awards shows and commentate on them on Facebook. I have a tribe over there of other awards lovers and we share notes on outfits, speeches, and deserved, or undeserved, wins. At this year’s Primetime Emmy awards, rapper/singer Lizzo won her first Emmy for best reality competition show, Watch Out for the Big Girls. In her speech she said, and I am paraphrasing, “When I was a little girl, I always wanted to see a girl who was Black like me, fat like me, beautiful like me.” Her speech and her win overall made me cry tears of actual joy.
After hearing her speech, I had to think about whether I ever saw anyone who looked like me on TV. I have always been plus size, though as a child it was called chunky or “big boned.” My earliest remembrance of a plus-sized child on TV was Rudy’s friend, a chubby white boy who appeared on a few episodes of The Cosby Show. He never had any lines and but was known for fleeing the scene whenever something went awry.
Other than that, the bigger people on the show, if they were women, were motherly types who cleaned homes, sang in the choir, or were mothers or grandmothers.
The first time I can remember a Black plus-sized woman who had a dating life and wasn’t portrayed as maternal, was when Khadijah James, played by Queen Latifah, came on my screen when Living Single premiered on TV in the 90s. By this time, I was all of 11 years old and it didn’t dawn on me that seeing someone looking remotely like me on TV was necessary.
I’m sure I’ve said it before, but in my formative years, I was not comfortable in my own skin. I developed early, breasts budding by the time I was 8, and I always had a hips, a booty, and a soft tummy. I was also dark skinned and somehow some way, the girls I was closest to were both smaller and lighter than me, and this includes friends and family. Being around them and seeing the attention they received just made me retreat into my shell more.
When it comes to Lizzo, I would not proclaim to be a “fan.” Her songs are catchy and I will listen to them in the car and even have a couple of them on a playlist or two. I appreciate what she stands for and her determination to spread the word about loving who and what you are, no matter what you look like.
For some reason, her love of herself has brought her criticism from both men and women as if she is offending the world by loving the way she looks. After a comedian made disparaging comments about her and her body, a podcaster commented that “people want Lizzo to hate herself so much.”
If that’s true, why? Why is it anyone’s business? Why do some people still subscribe to this idea of what beauty is or isn’t?
These kinds of comments would have shattered the teenage and college version of me who still picked myself apart every time I looked in the mirror. It’s only in the past 15 years or so that I have come to the same conclusion as Lizzo. I am sexy, beautiful, and love this body I am in.