Zero Truth to the Gossip

Looks like Comic Con has hit Chicago early this year: As a lifelong skinny girl, I had to chuckle when I read a Huffington Post article today stating that Chi-town Oscar winner Jennifer Hudson has (probably with the help of a personal trainer and her Weight Watchers food plan) slimmed down to a size zero.

I saw her last week at the Aragon Ballroom wishing President Obama a Happy Birthday. Although she looked thinner than she was a year ago, she’s no size zero.

I’m reminded of when Vanilla Ice was up against Mariah Carey for Best New Artist at the BET Awards and Heavy D., presenting the award, happily announced when Carey won instead: “Vanilla, I-I ... don’t think so!”


Having also worked in television and knowing how the camera adds weight to your form, I’d estimate Jennifer to be no smaller than a 4, and I believe I’m being generous with that number. She'd wear an even larger size in couture.

Still, I don’t hate on the JHud—she has a beautiful soul and has endured so much, accepting the loss of almost her entire family in one day with strength and grace. Better than I would have.

And the girl looks good! She does. Whatever size she is now. Weight Watchers astutely added her on as its spokesperson, a role that she continues to earn while marketing it to the hilt, unlike former spokeswoman Carnie Wilson. The company eventually fired her because she couldn't at least manage her weight battle despite undergoing a gastric bypass. Weighing barely a hundred pounds for most of my adult life, I can't imagine how hard that must be.

My mother swore vehemently that when I turned 25, I’d lose my girlish figure. (I'm not sure why she'd think that when at nine months pregnant with me, she weighed 90 pounds.) Some years later, I still have—(flaunt!)—it.

If I wanted to (and if they were fashionably high end enough), I could wear children's clothes. However, Oilily over Neiman's just doesn't jibe with my game.

Let me be clear though: Thin is not necessarily good. Being healthy is. In fact, there are scientific formulas fitness trainers and doctors use to dictate a person's ideal weight based on height (and sometimes ethnicity) and other genetic variables. I’d rather see Jenn tone up what she already has rather than try to live up to the Hollywood pressures to lose more weight. Because as various reader comments point out, she still sports full hips, which as a former gymnast  I never really developed, along with boobs. (Okay, so I’m really shaped like a boy!)

She also runs the risk of looking like a lollipop, like Oprah right after she lost all that weight in the late 1980s. Subsequently, O appeared on her morning talk show towing behind her a red wagon stacked full of nearly 70 pounds of raw meat to emphasize to her viewers just how much weight she had dropped. Come on, y'all remember watching that TV segment, especially since the beef aspect of it eventually lead to her alliance with Dr. Phil.

I’m literally telling you the truth when I say that no more than two weeks ago I bought a pair of black palazzo pants, Size 0, that were falling off of me, so I had them tailored since they were $500 on sale for 12 bucks. To be fair, the same brand of trousers in another cut fit me fine. But I just don’t phathom JHud experiencing the same sartorial struggles as I do, of scouring the racks only to come away with nothing to wear simply because she’s too small.

Leave a comment