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Gabourey Sidibe's Inspirational Speech At The Gloria Awards And Gala Will Bring Tears To Your Eyes!

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WOW.

Gabourey Sidibe might not be a conventional beauty in a sea of blondes and size zeroes, but she can definitely teach us all a thing or two about confidence.

The American Horror Story star spoke at the Gloria Awards and Gala in New York City on May 1 to deliver a spectacular speech on brushing off the haterz.

So how does Gabourey stay so confident??!

The actress explained:

"'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. And my mother and my father love me. They wanted the best life for me, and they didn't know how to verbalize it. And I get it. I really do. They were better parents to me than they had themselves. I'm grateful to them, and to my fifth grade class, because if they hadn't made me cry, I wouldn't be able to cry on cue now. [Dabs tears] 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!"

See??! We told you it was great!!!

And believe us when we say that snippet does no justice to the entire speech.

Read the rest of her moving words (below)!!!

I'm so excited to be here. Really, really excited. Okay, I'll get to it. Hi. One of the first things people usually ask me is, "Gabourey, how are you so confident?" I hate that. I always wonder if that's the first thing they ask Rihanna when they meet her. "RiRi! How are you so confident?" Nope. No. No. But me? They ask me with that same incredulous disbelief every single time. "You seem so confident! How is that?"

When I was ten years, in the fifth grade, my teacher, Miss Lowe had announced that my class would be having a holiday party right before the Christmas break. She asked if we all could all bring snacks or soda or juice to the class party. She also said we had the option of cooking something, if we like. I was so excited. I immediately decided that I would make gingerbread cookies, and that everyone would love them. I told my mom my plan, and I asked her for money to go buy the ingredients. She thought I should just buy store-bought cookies, but I told her, "Those cookies didn't have enough love in them!" I had to make the cookies. So I bought the mix, and I bought cookie cutters in the shape of Christmas trees and bells, and I made a practice batch of cookies that went horribly wrong. Good thing they were a practice batch. They were awful. And then the night before the party, I made another batch of cookies. And they were also awful, but they looked a lot better. I carefully put the cookies in a Ziplock bag, so I could take them to school the next day. When I got to school that morning, I could not wait until that party. And I was so proud of those cookies, and all the effort I put into making them, I started to think that maybe I wouldn't just be the first woman black President — maybe I would also be a celebrity chef! I mean, why limit myself?

The party was set to take place during the last hour of school, and I waited excitedly for it all day long. Finally, it was party time. My teacher asked what everyone brought, and I proudly announced that I had baked cookies for the class. I think I felt prouder knowing that everyone else just bought stuff. I was the only one who made anything, because clearly, I'm a little more clever than anyone else. So as the party starts up, I walk around the class, proudly offering cookies to everyone. No one took a cookie. No one. No one except Nicholas, who was the first person I offered one to. But after a few of our other classmates set him straight, he actually caught up with me as I walked around the class, and gave the cookie back. I walked around the class trying to hand out cookies to my class, until I ended up back at my desk with the same amount of cookies that I started with. I sat at my desk alone, eating those gross gingerbread cookies that took hours to make, all by myself. I put chocolate chips in them, that's why they were gross. I wasn't surprised. I just forgot for a moment that my entire class hated me. I had zero friends from the fourth grade to the sixth grade. Who the hell was I baking cookies for? I really got so excited to bake that I had forgotten that everyone hated my guts. Why didn't they like me? I was fat, yes. I had darker skin and weird hair, yes. But the truth is, this isn't a story about bulling, or color, or weight. They hated me because… I was an asshole!

Yep. I was a bossy, bossy asshole. See, remember when I said that I thought I was more clever than everyone else? Well, I did! And I told them that — every single day! Those kids couldn't get a word in edgewise, without me cutting them off to remind them that I was smarter, funnier, and all around wittier than them. I was always sarcastic — I called it my birth defect. And let's face it, kids don't get sarcasm. They don't appreciate it. They never knew what I was talking about. And when they would say, "Wait… huh?" I would say, "My God, Alicia, read a book!" I know. I spoke differently than them, I just did. I sounded more like a Valley Girl than a Brooklyn girl. My classmates always asked me if I was adopted by white people. I'd say, "No. Both my parents went to college." I know that was rude, but I'm still really proud of that. To be fair, in my neighborhood, not everyone's parents had the opportunity to go to college. Most of my classmates' parents were teens when they had them. My parents had me at age 30. My father was born in Senegal. His father was the mayor of the capital city, Dakar, and my dad often took my brother and I back home with him to visit Africa, while most of my classmates had never stepped out of the Lower East Side. My mother was a teacher in high school, that's why I went there, but my mom also had a voice, so when I was nine, she quit her teaching job to go sing in the subway. She actually made more money as a singer for tips than she made as a teacher! I know! And she was quickly becoming the underground version of Whitney Houston. She was the strongest, smartest, and most talented person I had ever known. Even today, I don't want to grow up to be anyone as much as I want to grow up to be her. I know!

The point is, I was a snob. I thought I was better than the kids in my class, and I let them know it. That's why they didn't like me. I think the reason I thought so highly of myself all the time was because no one else ever did. I figured out I was smart because my mother would yell at my older brother. She'd say, "Your little sister is going to pass you in school. You're going to get left behind and she's going to graduate before you." But she never said to me, "You are smart." What she did say was, "You are too fat." I got the message that I wasn't pretty, and I probably wasn't normal, but I was smart! Why wouldn't they just say that? "You're smart." It's actually not that hard. My dad would yell at my brother, "Gabourey does her homework by herself! Why can't you?" But he never said to me, "Good job." What he did say was, "You need to lose weight so I can be proud of you." I know. So I got made fun of at school, I got made fun of at home too, my older brother hated me, my dad just didn't understand me, and my mom, who had been a fat girl at my age herself, understood me perfectly … but she berated me because she was so afraid of what she knew was to come for me. So I never felt safe when I was at home. And my response was always to eat more, because nothing says, "You hurt my feelings. Fuck you!" like eating a delicious cookie. Cookies never hurt me.

"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!"

What I would say, is my mom moved my brother and I to my aunt's house. Her name is Dorothy Pitman Hughes, she is a feminist, an activist, and a lifelong friend of Gloria Steinem. Every day, I had to get up and go to school where everyone made fun of me, and I had to go home to where everyone made fun of me. Every day was hard to get going, no matter which direction I went. And on my way out of the house, I found strength. In the morning on the way out to the world, I passed by a portrait of my aunt and Gloria together. Side by side they stood, one with long beautiful hair and one with the most beautiful, round, Afro hair I had ever seen, both with their fists held high in the air. Powerful. Confident. And every day as I would leave the house… I would give that photo a fist right back. And I'd march off into battle. [She starts crying] I didn't know that I was being inspired then. On my way home, I'd walk back up those stairs, I'd give that photo the fist again, and continue my march back in for more battle. [She pulls a tissue from her cleavage and dabs her eyes] That's what boobs are for! I didn't know I was being inspired then, but I was. If they could feel like that, maybe I could! I just wanted to look that cool. But it made me feel that strong.

So, okay, we're back in fifth grade, and I just had been rejected by 28 kids in a row. And I was sitting alone at my desk, with an empty Ziplock bag, crumbs in my lap, and I was at this great party that I had waited for all week. I waited all week for this party that I wasn't invited to. And for some reason I got up, I sat on my desk, and I partied my ass off. I laughed loudly when something funny happened. And when Miss Lowe put on music, I was one of the first ones to get up and dance. I joined the limbo, and ate chips, and drank soda, and I enjoyed myself, even though no one wanted me there. You know why? I told you — I was an asshole! I wanted that party! And what I want trumps what 28 people want me to do, especially when what they want me to do is leave. I had a great time. I did. And if I somehow ruined my classmates' good time, then that's on them. "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. And my mother and my father love me. They wanted the best life for me, and they didn't know how to verbalize it. And I get it. I really do. They were better parents to me than they had themselves. I'm grateful to them, and to my fifth grade class, because if they hadn't made me cry, I wouldn't be able to cry on cue now. [Dabs tears] 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!

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24 comments to “Gabourey Sidibe's Inspirational Speech At The Gloria Awards And Gala Will Bring Tears To Your Eyes!”

  1. MeganM says – reply to this


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    So beautiful!

  2. Fitzzz says – reply to this


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    I agree with her 100 %
    She is an asshole

  3. FUCK YOU says – reply to this


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    MAN THE HARPOONS

  4. jimmyd says – reply to this


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    She proves life could be good,She wanted it and got it.I wish i could be that happy

  5. Kelford says – reply to this


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    That is beyond beautiful! I can't put into words how much that speech touched me. What an intelligent lovely woman!

  6. Senegal woman says – reply to this


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    You are brave and two thumbs up! Never give up Gaboureh.. Beauty is about inside out AMD you have both. Stay blessed.

  7. The Perez Hater says – reply to this


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    Run for your life! It's Gabzilla!!!

  8. my dirty soda can says – reply to this


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    Gloria Steinem…. A woman who wants women to be strong and independent.. but even she was smart enough to score wealthy men. In fact, she probably landed one of the wealthiest men i've ever seen ANY famous woman land (some guy named Mort). Being strong and independent doesnt mean its wrong for females to date strong independent business owning men. I hope Gloria is at least smart enough to know that the word "gold digger" is sexist. No male is ever called one. My mom cant be the only woman to notice that "males who date rich older women are boy toys but when females date rich older men, we are gold diggers. Nothing sexist about that".
    O'wait. This wasn't about Gloria or my mom.

  9. My Dirty Soda Can says – reply to this


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    uh….. I dont know what to say about Gabourey except to say she needs to apply her confidence to something that matters most. Her health. Even inspiring people need inspirations. She's an inspiration who needs an inspiration like Richard Simmons . .. or Gloria Steinem …. a vegetarian.

  10. jimmy d says – reply to this


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    one day i wish i could fart as loud and as stench laden as GABS can ignite

  11. Kate L says – reply to this


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    Amazing! Amazing! Amazing! Won't waste any words on the non-believers…

  12. JKS says – reply to this


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    Re: My Dirty Soda Can – Are you her doctor? No, you're not. So stuff it. Fat does not necessarily equal unhealthy. I'm fat. My cholesterol levels, glucose levels, and all my other levels are perfectly normal. There is NOTHING wrong with me and I am fortunate enough to have a doctor that does not believe in the intensely flawed BMI.

  13. aquetzally says – reply to this


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    Yes people she is fat but guess what? she is talented and rich lol..you guys might be skinny but broke living on check by check. Being fat doesn't mean you are unhealthy, I am fat and I fo zumba four times a week, and I am not the one that's there with her tongue sticking out, and panting like a sick dog. YUP THOSE ARE THE SKINNY ONES THAT DO THAT. EVEN MY INSTRUCTOR SAYS I KICKED ASS WITH MY FLEXIBILITY TO DANCE. YOU CAN BE FAT BUT YOU CAN BE FIT at the same time. ALSO NOT EVERYONE IS FAT BECAUSE THEY OVER EAT SOMETIMES PEOPLE HAVE MEDICAL CONDITIONS LIKE THYROID PROBLEMS OR TAKE MEDICATIONS THAT MAKE THEMGAIN WEIGHT SO DON'T BE SO QUICK TO JUDGE. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK AND DON'T LET ANYONE STAND IN YOUR WAY.

  14. namers says – reply to this


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    Liar. She's a liar. A happy, well adjusted person with loving supportive parents does NOT spend HOURS a day eating 10,000 calories of food each day (to maintain her obesity.) It's a LOT of pushing feelings down.

    In just a few years, she will be hypertensive and diabetic (if not now) and will then go on the weight loss bandwagon (surgery or a ginormous Jenny Craig or WW contract) when her doctor 'advises' her to lose weight. Just like Rosie O'Donnel, Starr Jones, Carney Wilson, etc.

    No one's buying that she's fit. Probably gets winded quite easily.



  15. 15

    Although I applaud her for that speech, she still has to lose weight for her own health.



  16. 16

    That's a long ass speech wth..

  17. TJ says – reply to this


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    I love that 90 % of you idiots just missed the entire point of that speech. It doesn't have to do with her weight and whether she should or shouldn't lose weight, its about self love and the ability to rise above what people think you are capable of.

    We can all take something away from what she said. Such a witty, intelligent way to get her point across! Kudos!

    Also, for all of you people sitting behind a computer desk slinging hurtful insults, I really hope you find some joy in your life since you are so clearly lacking in it.

  18. Victoria says – reply to this


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    I LOVE YOU GABOUREY! I think you're stunning and you give me so much confidence. To all the haters and weight police officers… I've spent the last 5 years trying to regain health after a scary battle with anorexia. Think before you speak.. and spread love not hate. Gabourey is so damn talented and she makes me wish I could be her best friend while watching The Big C. Keep being YOURSELF… and helping women of all ages accept their ever-evolving bodies. You are the best!

  19. My Dirty Soda Can says – reply to this


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    Re: JKS – I'm not her doctor. I'm not qualified in medicine… but is your health her health? Just because you are bucking the odds for now doesnt mean she is or always will.
    Unlike others, I wasn't attempting to insult her. I was just doing what the ghetto people say to do: KEEPING IN REAL. The american government has said time and time again that obesity is the top leading cause of preventable premature death along with smoking.

    People always say "women live 5 years longer than men". But then they stop the Match-ups there. There are other match-ups like: Asian american females (86.8) live an average of 13 years longer than black american women (74.8). Why? I dont know but it likely comes down to genes and…. the prevalence of obesity and smoking. Asian women (as a group) are skinny. Thats why they have the longest lifespan.
    By teaching black women that "obesity isnt so bad. Stupid BMI chart. My doctor spits on that chart… and I still pay him".. you are killing them.
    She could save lives… by inspiring black women to eat right and work out. Re: TJ – I didnt miss the point of her speech. Her speech wasnt a physics lecture at university. Re: Victoria – Anorexics are only a tiny percentage of the population. More than 70% of black american women are overweight. Nobody is saying she should starve herself and vomit. I question these people who "love her" but dont want her to be healthy and fit.

  20. My Dirty Soda CAn says – reply to this


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    I did read an interesting article that claims that a person can be overweight AND fit. The author claims that its not obesity that determines life expectancy but rather…how much you exercise that does. How fit you are. An overweight person who is athletically fit, they claim, is not any more likely to die prematurely than any fit person of any weight. Even if this is true, i contend that its easier to work out and exercise… if you lose weight. Its easier to conjure the motivation to jog a mile down the road if you lose 100lbs excessive weight first.

  21. Victoria says – reply to this


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    Re: My Dirty Soda Can – Tiny percentage? 24 million people in the US suffer from eating disorders and 25% of college-aged women engage in bingeing and purging as a weight-management technique (around the same age as Gabourey). I think you need to realize that you can't control what other people do… if you have something nice and supportive to say then say it.. but if you're here to criticize then keep it to yourself. If you look at the posts on this website and read the comments, almost all of th

  22. Victoria says – reply to this


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    them are negative and mean. Maybe you should take a look at yourself… have you seen her blood work? Have you seen her lab results? Until she shares her medical results with you, you have no right to label her unhealthy.

  23. My Dirty Soda Can says – reply to this


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    Re: Victoria – The number one cause of anorexia is 1) girls wanting to date hot studs and hunks instead of chubby guys and nerds and thinking being skinny is the way to attract that ("kens love barbies"). 2) talking about it. Monkey see monkey do. Talking about anorexia is what is giving girls the idea to do it. That is what is increasing the incidence of it. I dont feel sorry or pity any anorexics because I know what causes it: The desire to date guys with perfect bodies instead of regular guys with flawed bodies. Once I realized that.. anorexics went to the back of the line of my pity ability. But i do pity black american females suffering a horrible obesity rate that is OUT OF CONTROL.
    She is in a position to be a role model to show black females they can make a positive change in their weight. When I look at myself… I see the tall lanky son of a woman who is 50 lbs overweight and my sisters and I never give her a minutes piece…. of junk food.
    Thats true love

  24. victoria says – reply to this


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    Re: My Dirty Soda Can – anorexia is caused by women comparing themselves to skinny models that naturally don't have curves, they see them making millions of dollars and everyone obsessing over their looks. Anyone with a brain knows that excess eating= gaining weight and not eating= losing weight. It has nothing to do with people talking about it, genius. As for the rest of what you said… I look amazing, people constantly ask me what my "secret" is for my perfect figure… I do restrict myself when I'm hungry but I no longer starve myself. I hope you can see things from other people's prespective, like Gabourey, or you will have an absolutely miserable life trying to convince people that they're wrong all the time.