Why We Love Gabourey Sidibe & Amy Schumer

Not that I really need to explain why, but I really adore Gabby Sidibe (that’s what her friends call her, right?) and Amy Schumer. Both women have shattered stereotypes with their Hollywood success, but their speeches at the Gloria Awards and Gala, hosted by the Ms. Foundation for Women, are some of the most inspiring words I’ve read from young female stars.

Here my favourite parts of Gabourey’s speech:

“Gabourey, how are you so confident?” It’s not easy. It’s hard to get dressed up for award shows and red carpets when I know I will be made fun of because of my weight. There’s always a big chance if I wear purple, I will be compared to Barney. If I wear white, a frozen turkey. And if I wear red, that pitcher of Kool-Aid that says, “Oh, yeah!” Twitter will blow up with nasty comments about how the recent earthquake was caused by me running to a hot dog cart or something. And “Diet or Die?” [She gives the finger to that] This is what I deal with every time I put on a dress. This is what I deal with every time someone takes a picture of me. Sometimes when I’m being interviewed by a fashion reporter, I can see it in her eyes, “How is she getting away with this? Why is she so confident? How does she deal with that body? Oh my God, I’m going to catch fat!” … “How are you so confident?” “I’m an asshole!” Okay? It’s my good time, and my good life, despite what you think of me. I live my life, because I dare. I dare to show up when everyone else might hide their faces and hide their bodies in shame. I show up because I’m an asshole, and I want to have a good time. If I hadn’t been told I was garbage, I wouldn’t have learned how to show people I’m talented. And if everyone had always laughed at my jokes, I wouldn’t have figured out how to be so funny. If they hadn’t told me I was ugly, I never would have searched for my beauty. And if they hadn’t tried to break me down, I wouldn’t know that I’m unbreakable. [Dabs tears] So when you ask me how I’m so confident, I know what you’re really asking me: how could someone like me be confident? Go ask Rihanna, asshole!
Gabourey Sidibe and Amy Schumer at the Ms. Foundation Women Of Vision Gala 2014 on May 1, 2014 in New York City. (Astrid Stawiarz—Getty Images)

Gabourey Sidibe and Amy Schumer at the Ms. Foundation Women Of Vision Gala 2014 on May 1, 2014 in New York City.
(Astrid Stawiarz—Getty Images)

OK, so that was nearly half of her speech and I actually loved the entire thing. Read it all here. And now, for Amy’s awesome words (the rest of which you can read here):

Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.

SERIOUSLY! I already loved Gabourey for her fierce wit and bad-ass performance on American Horror Story: Coven, and I’ve loved Amy Schumer ever since I watched Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff with my boyfriend (we were in a tiny cottage with the rest of my family and I had to cover my mouth so my laughing wouldn’t wake everyone). Now? I just really want to be best friends with both of them. So if you guys see this, you and hung-over Jennifer Lawrence can meet me at Starbucks tomorrow morning for Grande Oprah Chai Lattes, OK?

[Sources: Vulture, Vulture, NY Daily News]

 

Author: Lora Grady

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