Now like many of you, I see tons of fat black women on television. From talk shows to high rated sitcoms and dramas, the media has put fat black women front and center for America to gawk at.
My question however, is why? According to many studies, Americans are getting fatter. One recent study said that in 20 years nearly half the U.S. population will be considered morbidly obese.
Because I am neither a doctor, scientist or surveyor, I am not here to dispute those findings. However, as a black woman, I am here to dispute them in relation to black women and why it always seems to be us and our bodies that are held up for the world to look at be repulsed by.
If it is one thing I have learned in the glorious 40 years that I have been on this planet, it is that there is a reason behind everything.
The black woman it seems, to me at least, has been the target of several hate campaigns for the last few years. Almost every other month there is a study that is splashed across the front pages of newspapers and websites that claim we are the least desired women on the planet, the most diseased, the poorest, the least likely to find a husband and of course, now, the fattest.
I don’t know about you, but if I had any pride and dignity about myself as a black woman, I would soon be losing it listening to all these studies and statistics.
And that my sisters, is what these stories are all about. They are about bringing us to our knees. There is a deep conspiracy to destroy the image and self-worth of black women. Take whatever we feel good about, like our natural curvy bodies, associate them with whiteness (Kim K, Coco, ext), then link the black woman’s body to unhealthiness, fatness and disease.
Don’t believe me? Ask yourselves this: When has America ever given a flying fig about our health, finances or marital prospects? Why now? Why are we all of a sudden public enemy #1?
The reasons are vast, many and probably better explained by minds greater than mine. The purpose of my article isn’t to rehash the many spot on articles that have explained this new black woman hate phenomenon, but rather to sojourn with my sisters and ask that you be strong in the face of this never ending onslaught.
And when I say stay strong, I don’t mean pray on it or hope shit gets better on its own. I mean every day that you wake up, make sure whatever resources you have, you use them towards the betterment of black women and our own interests.