Magazine CovHER: Gabourey Sidibe For Nylon
Gabourey Sidibe has been teasing us with her weight loss journey lately, but now she’s showing out.
Gabby posed for the cover of Nylon magazine for their ‘The Beauty Issue’ and she is not here to play. When the Empire star first hit the scene, she starred in the movie Precious and her weight was perfect for that role. Now she’s hitting it big time and decided to drop a few pounds. Not because of haters and naysayers, but for her health according to her interview with People magazine.
“There’s nothing ugly about me. Anyone trying to convince me that I am — and it’s usually me — is wasting her time,” she says. “I was in a war with my body for a long time. If I’d started treating it better sooner, I wouldn’t have spent so many years hating myself. But I love my body now.”
Alright now Gabourey Sidibe, we see you girl!!!
In her interview with Nylon magazine, she dished on her upcoming book This Is Just My Face: Try Not To Stare, not wanting pity, and being too fat and dark to be a cover girl and more.
Peep more pics and excerpts below:
On how she felt about her father:
For a long time, my father was dead to me. I didn’t want to justify his actions, but it’s interesting to see what’s behind them. The six-year-old in me is still pissed, but I don’t think I am a victim. I don’t want people to shed tears for me. He beat me, but we have all been through shit.
On writing her memoir:
A lot of people will write a book and pretend that whatever they are writing about they are done with, and now they are perfect. I’m not perfect. I am just as fucked up. I am who I am, and all of this shit in my life will be a struggle forever…but I’m fine. Well, I’m becoming fine.
Hearing a director say she’s too overweight and dark to be a cover girl:
It really devastated me. I guess I thought that going from literally nothing to the lead in the movie would show people that I wouldn’t be just fat anymore, or at least that’s not the first thing people would think of me, that I’m not too fat or too black or ghetto or nappy—that wouldn’t be part of my narrative anymore, but it was.