For someone who was called “fatso” and had no intention of becoming a famous Hollywood star, this actress has certainly made a name for herself. After her breakout role, she garnered so much attention that she earned a special accolade.
This actress once revealed that her mother never wanted a daughter, and she grew up sheltered because of her strict father. Despite being bullied and called ugly, she eventually found peace and married the love of her life.
What was Her Childhood like?
In her memoir, “This Is Just My Face: Try Not To Stare,” the actress wrote about her childhood and mother, who she confirmed during an interview in 2017 still sang in subways.
The actress’ mother had been a teacher at her school until the fourth grade. Originally from the southern state of Georgia, her mom then took a sabbatical and started singing in the subway.
Her mother realized she could make more money performing than working for the Board of Education and decided to stick with it. The celebrity recalled her mother taking her and her brother to the subway, where she would sing for around five hours.
The actress remembered sitting on a bench within eyesight or earshot, doing her homework or reading books. Her mother performed at New York City’s Penn Station while she wandered around the station or visited a nearby bookstore.
At the bookstore, she was allowed to pull books off the shelves and read without paying. She suspected they permitted this because they knew her mother. Every now and then, she’d ask her mother for money to buy a new “Clue” book or the latest “Nancy Drew.”
Her mother always gave her the money, encouraging her to focus on reading. On the other hand, her father was very strict. He was from Senegal, studied architecture in France, and later became a cab driver when he moved to New York.
The actress shared that both her parents spanked her growing up, but she rejected labeling it as abuse, even when directly challenged. She emphasized that people often interpret others’ experiences through their own lens.
For her, spanking was a culturally rooted form of discipline common in communities of color, not an act of cruelty. She explained that her father’s upbringing in Africa, where safety and community were stable, shaped his beliefs about discipline.
After moving to Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn—a much more dangerous environment—he felt strong discipline was necessary to protect his children. Although it took years for father and daughter to fully understand each other, she never considered him abusive, especially seeing how relaxed he became with his younger children later.
She recalled a tender memory of her father carefully granting her small bits of independence, such as letting her fetch the mail while he watched closely from the doorway.
He would warn her against using the staircase, fearing for her safety, and waited to hear her shout from the elevator when she entered it out of his view. Ironically, her brother, who was only 11 months older, had far more independence. Unfortunately, part of her childhood also involved bullying.
Life’s Harsh Realities
When she turned six, the actress, who was raised in Harlem, started noticing what other children said about her. She spoke about the bullying she endured at that age regarding her weight, “You know, it’s, like, that weird thing where, like, I realize this thing about myself – I’m not magic, so now I have to pick you apart. And I have to pick myself apart.”
The star added, “And I think that was the age where people started calling me Fatso and you-this and you-that, blah, blah blah. That’s what helped me to notice.” In her book, she wrote about praying in the fourth grade for God to make her less sensitive because of how badly she was mocked.
At that time, her parents’ marriage was crumbling; they separated when she was 12, leaving her feeling “unhinged.” She recalled crying for hours and experiencing tightness in her chest when someone said something hurtful.
Panic attacks made breathing difficult, and she sometimes felt like she might die. Noticing that she could cry for up to three hours during school, she began praying about her sensitivity, unaware she was dealing with a medical condition.
The actress battled depression and anxiety unnoticed throughout elementary and junior high school. The issues persisted into high school, with the panic attacks intensifying during her commute to school.
After transferring schools, her struggles worsened, and she realized her issues were not just about being bullied for her weight. She eventually sought medical help and spoke about her struggles.
The actress on “Saturday Night Live” on April 24, 2010 | Source: Getty Images
Another painful memory was the rejection she felt from her mother. She recalled, “My mom always told me that she never wanted to have a daughter.” The star acknowledged how harsh that sounded but explained it prepared her for understanding that “being a Black woman was not going to be easy. That’s what my mom told me.”
Her mother believed having a daughter was hard because girls lead difficult lives. The actress said, “Those were the first lessons I got about being a Black woman. Today, as an adult, I would really like to erase that narrative from my life.” Despite these challenges, stardom found her.
The star on “Saturday Night Live” | Source: Getty Images
Becoming an Actress and Getting Hate
By 2010, the actress had become a well-known celebrity, staying in luxurious hotel suites for interviews. That year, she was based in the UK for the London Film Festival. She confessed that she hadn’t planned for the life she now had.
Just two years earlier, at 24, she was working as a receptionist to support her psychology studies in college when she auditioned for a film on a whim. She had just enrolled for her third year when she auditioned. Her resume listed only three minor college theater roles, yet she secured the lead role in “Precious.”
Andy Samberg and his co-star on “Saturday Night Live” | Source: Getty Images
She canceled her classes to star in the film, which became a breakout hit at Sundance in early 2009. The movie received three Golden Globe nominations, including Best Actress for Gabourey Sidibe, along with an Academy Award nomination.
After her nomination, a famous radio host went on air, claiming it was an anomaly. He alleged that Sidibe’s Hollywood peers were only “pretending” she was one of them and said she would never act again because of her weight.
Kristen Wiig and Gabourey Sidibe on “Saturday Night Live” | Source: Getty Images
The star shared that she had never dreamed of becoming an actress and felt overwhelmed by the film’s success. She explained that she has a neutral accent, stating, “I don’t have what we call the blackccent.”
However, despite no formal acting training, she recognized that her character would have an accent, so she deepened her voice to fit the role. Part of her Hollywood success came from her hustle and hard work.
Gabourey Sidibe at the “Our Idiot Brother” screening in New York on August 22, 2011 | Source: Getty Images
Despite two psychics predicting fame for her, Sidibe never believed she would gain the same recognition as her Hollywood idols. Today, she excels both in front of and behind the camera, although her journey also included a significant decision regarding her health.
Gabourey Sidibe at the “Win Win” screening party in New York on March 16, 2011 | Source: Getty Images
Going Under the Knife
In May 2016, after enduring bullying and struggling with weight loss, Sidibe underwent laparoscopic bariatric surgery. She made the decision after she and her brother were diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes.
The actress did the procedure because she didn’t want to worry about the effects that come with having diabetes. She explained, “I genuinely [would] worry all the time about losing my toes.”
Gabourey Sidibe at the 13th premiere and after party of the New York Film Festival Opening Night Gala on September 30, 2016 | Source: Getty Images
Sidibe expressed frustration that people assumed they cared more about her health than she did. “But I care more than anybody really knows. Of course I care. It’s been my body my whole life, and I didn’t want to be afraid anymore. And I’ve been feeling like that for some time,” she said.
Even after surgery, she continued to obsess over her body, eating habits, and weight. However, she learned to trust herself and embraced the mantra “faith over fear,” understanding that her decisions were personal.
Gabourey Sidibe at the 27th Annual Beat the Odds ceremony in Los Angeles on December 7, 2017 | Source: Getty Images
Initially, she weighed herself five or six times daily, tracking natural fluctuations. Eventually, she stopped that behavior and now weighs herself every two weeks or whenever she feels the need.
For the first 17 days post-surgery, Sidibe consumed only liquids and became depressed. However, by 2017, she was following meal plans, eating five times a day, cooking, consulting her nutritionist, and using apps to log her meals.
Gabourey Sidibe at the NAACP Image Awards in Los Angeles on February 11, 2017 | Source: Getty Images
She also became more active, using her Apple Watch to track her movements. The actress had tricycles both at her Los Angeles home and on set in Chicago, riding them during lunch breaks.
She revealed that she felt stronger, more mobile, and no longer feared losing her toes. After her breakout role in “Precious,” she was featured in People magazine’s World’s Most Beautiful issue, an honor she called “really dope!”
Gabourey Sidibe at the Variety Cannes Lions Studio at the Cannes Lions Festival in France on June 21, 2017 | Source: Getty Images
Still, Sidibe acknowledged that she likely would not have been included if she weren’t an actress. She pointed out that such lists typically feature celebrities, not regular people.
While she believes she’s beautiful—crediting her parents for her features—she often doubts whether others genuinely see her that way. “Other than my very obvious beautiful [expletive] features, like my cheekbones, my skin-tone? Get out of here. Gorgeous!” she said, affirming her self-worth with humor.
The actress admitted that she spent much of her life hearing she was ugly, both from outsiders and within her own community. Even after being named one of the Most Beautiful at 26, internalizing that recognition was difficult.
Decades of negative conditioning weren’t easily undone, even by career success. Though she now believes in her own beauty, she remains skeptical of outside praise.
“Yeah, I’m beautiful, but I’m not convinced that you’re convinced of that,” she said. Sidibe described her beauty as something deeply personal: “My beauty is like my own secret in this way.” She explained that maintaining confidence is a daily practice, not a permanent achievement.
Confidence, for her, is like applying lipstick—it needs daily renewal. High heels, a good hairstyle, intelligence, friends, and humor all contribute to her sense of self-worth. For Sidibe, confidence isn’t automatic; it’s something she cultivates consciously. Despite her size, she enjoys photo shoots and embraces her body.
Accepting Herself and Fighting for Others
Sidibe once said about photo shoots, “I feel like a model. It justifies everyone in my life who told me I wouldn’t be anything until I lost weight.” It also justified the little girl who cried, thinking she didn’t belong in front of a camera.
However, reaching that confidence took time, only happening around age 21. She recalled becoming tired of letting others define her worth. Lee Daniels, the director of “Precious,” had high praise for her.
He said, “[Gabby] may be in a state of denial or on a higher plane than the rest of us, but either way, she breaks your heart in the movie.” Responding to his comment, she stated, “I was like, ‘What the hell? I’m in denial?’ No, I know what I look like. I’m very much aware.”
When asked where her confidence came from, she explained, “It came from me.” She added, “One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl.”
Sidibe said what helps her is wearing the colors she loves and the makeup that makes her feel pretty. Advising others struggling with self-image, she said, “It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.”
In 2021, she partnered with the Child Mind Institute and its May Mental Health Awareness campaign. Her own struggles with depression inspired her to work alongside the nonprofit organization to launch Getting Better Together.
The star revealed that she was 19 or 20 when she was diagnosed with anxiety, depression, and an eating disorder. In a video, the actress shared, “I remember having almost no one, really, to turn to. I couldn’t talk about it with my parents, or my friends or my friend’s parents. Everyone would tell me I was too young, too young to feel sad all the time or too young to feel stressed out.”
She explained how people around her tried to convince her that she wasn’t feeling what she felt. Fortunately, her instincts, which told her something was wrong, were louder, and she managed to save herself.
However, she recognized that not everyone had the ability to do the same or even to recognize that they needed help. That realization inspired her to start the Getting Better Together initiative. She urged, “If you or a young person you know is struggling, please go to ChildMind.org for resources and help.” Since then, she’s gotten married and welcomed children.
Celebrating Love and Growth
Gabourey Sidibe has since married Brandon Frankel, and together they share two children. In April 2025, the couple uploaded various images of their twins, Cooper and Maya, as they celebrated their first birthday.
The proud parents reflected on a full year filled with love and laughter. They described the twins as hilarious, sweet, and remarkably well-behaved. From walking and talking to dancing, hugging, and even demanding songs or calling every animal “CAT!”, the little ones have blossomed into vibrant mini humans.
Their parents expressed feeling honored to watch them grow and excited for all the learning and discovery ahead.
“We LOVE being your parents—the best is yet to come!” they wrote in a heartfelt celebration of the milestone.
The month before, the couple celebrated their wedding anniversary with help from Brides magazine.
For their fourth anniversary, they graced the magazine’s cover in 2022, and the publication honored them by inviting readers to revisit their love story through a special link in their bio.
A filhinha do meu vizinho veio até mim na noite de Halloween pedindo ajuda — Nosso encontro mudou minha vida para sempre
A batida na minha porta na noite de Halloween não foi uma criança esperando por doces. Foi um grito de socorro. “Minha mãe está dormindo há três dias. Ela não está acordando. E agora tem um cheiro estranho”, soluçou a garotinha da casa ao lado. Corri para a casa dela e, ao amanhecer, minha vida havia mudado para sempre.
Eu não tinha planejado nada especial para a noite de Halloween. Só eu, meu jantar de micro-ondas e qualquer filme de terror que eu pudesse encontrar transmitindo online. É o que acontece quando você tem 36 anos e é solteiro. Então, às 19h, minha campainha tocou. Peguei minha tigela de doces, esperando crianças fantasiadas da vizinhança para pedir doces. Em vez disso, o que encontrei na minha porta me abalou profundamente.
Um homem segurando uma tigela de doces | Fonte: Midjourney
Vi uma garotinha, de uns sete anos, do apartamento 4D, parada ali, tremendo.
“Mollie?”, eu suspirei.
Ela olhou para cima com olhos grandes e marejados. Sem fantasia e sem saco de doces ou travessuras. Apenas olhos vermelhos e bochechas manchadas de lágrimas.
Eu a tinha visto por aí, sempre pulando e rindo com a mãe no parquinho do pátio. Mas não esta noite. Seus cachos escuros estavam emaranhados e sujos, e ela usava o mesmo suéter rosa que eu a tinha visto no começo daquela semana.
Uma menina triste | Fonte: Midjourney
“Senhor Dave, por favor, me ajude”, ela sussurrou, sua vozinha falhando. “Minha mãe está dormindo há três dias. Ela não está acordando. E agora tem um cheiro estranho.”
Meu estômago caiu. “Três dias? Tem certeza, Mollie?”
Ela assentiu, torcendo a bainha do suéter. “Eu tentei de tudo. Até toquei a música favorita dela bem alto. Aquela que o papai costumava dançar com ela todo domingo. Ela… ela só fica lá deitada. Estou com medo.”
Retrato de um homem preocupado | Fonte: Midjourney
Peguei meu telefone e as chaves, meu coração batendo forte. O peso da ansiedade dessa criança pressionava meu peito como uma pedra.
“Mostre-me onde ela está, querida.”
O corredor para o apartamento 4D parecia infinito. Os tênis de Mollie rangiam contra o piso de linóleo enquanto ela liderava o caminho, seus ombros curvados para frente como se ela estivesse carregando o peso do mundo.
Cada passo ecoava no corredor vazio como uma contagem regressiva para o que esperava atrás da porta.
Uma porta de apartamento | Fonte: Midjourney
“Fiz cereal para mim”, ela disse suavemente, olhando para mim. “E alimentei o Sr. Whiskers. Mamãe sempre diz para cuidar do gato primeiro. Mas ficamos sem leite ontem, então estou comendo seco.”
Meu coração doeu. Esta garotinha estava sozinha, cuidando de si mesma e de seu animal de estimação, enquanto sua mãe estava inconsciente.
“Você é muito corajosa, Mollie. Muito responsável. Há quanto tempo você não faz uma refeição decente?”
Ela contou nos dedos. “Terça-feira foi a última vez que mamãe fez o jantar. Macarrão com queijo. E bife. Mas ainda está na mesa agora, e tem um cheiro estranho.”
Uma menina triste com os olhos baixos | Fonte: Midjourney
A porta rangeu ao abrir, e o cheiro me atingiu como uma parede, doce e azedo. Comida estragada e algo mais, algo pior.
A sala de estar estava escura, cortinas fechadas contra as alegres decorações de Halloween do lado de fora. Moscas zumbiam em volta de pratos de comida podre na mesa de centro. Copos e pratos vazios estavam espalhados por todo lugar, contando uma história de declínio gradual.
E lá estava Isabel, a mãe de Mollie, esparramada no sofá. Sua pele tinha um tom acinzentado e seu cabelo escuro estava emaranhado de suor. Um frasco vazio de comprimidos estava caído no chão, mas eu podia ver que era uma receita antiga, datada de meses atrás.
Uma mulher doente deitada no sofá | Fonte: Midjourney
“Mamãe?” A voz de Mollie tremeu. “Eu trouxe o Sr. Dave. Ele vai nos ajudar. Acorde, mamãe. Por favor… acorde.”
Corri para verificar o pulso de Isabel, meus dedos tremendo contra seu pescoço. Estava lá, fraco e rápido. Graças a Deus. Sua pele queimava com febre, e sua respiração era superficial e irregular.
“Sr. Dave, por que ela não está se movendo?” Mollie perguntou, suas pequenas mãos agarrando o batente da porta enquanto lágrimas brotavam de seus olhos. “Eu fiz algo errado? Talvez se eu tivesse tentado mais acordá-la—”
“Não, querida, você fez tudo certo”, eu assegurei a ela, embora minha voz tremesse. “Preciso que você faça mais uma coisa corajosa. Vá buscar a Sra. Derek do 4A. Diga a ela que é uma emergência. Você pode fazer isso por mim?”
Uma menina preocupada olhando para cima | Fonte: Midjourney
Mollie assentiu solenemente. “A Sra. Derek faz bons biscoitos. Ela me deu alguns ontem quando eu disse que estava com fome.”
Depois que Mollie foi embora, tentei acordar Isabel. “Ei, você consegue me ouvir? É Dave, seu vizinho. Aquele que sempre queima torradas de manhã. Isabel?”
Peguei uma garrafa de água gelada da geladeira e joguei no rosto dela. “Isabel, acorda. Isabel?”
Os olhos dela tremeram, desfocados. “Frio”, ela murmurou. “Tão frio. Jeremy? É você?”
Meu coração afundou. Ela estava delirando, chamando por seu falecido marido. “Fique comigo”, eu insisti, pegando um cobertor da cadeira. “A ajuda está chegando. Mollie precisa de você.”
Um homem assustado | Fonte: Midjourney
A Sra. Derek entrou, ainda usando seu avental de cozinha e com farinha espalhada em seus cabelos prateados.
“Meu Deus”, ela suspirou, absorvendo a cena. “Eu sabia que algo estava errado quando aquela criança veio pedir comida. Eu deveria ter verificado antes. Ligue para o 911, Dave. Agora.”
A espera pela ambulância foi excruciante. Mollie sentou-se de pernas cruzadas no chão, segurando um ursinho de pelúcia puído.
“O nome dele é Capitão”, ela me disse suavemente. “Papai me deu ele antes do acidente. Ele disse que o Capitão me protegeria quando ele—”
Ela não terminou a frase sobre seu pai. Ela não precisava. A tristeza crua em sua voz jovem disse tudo.
Uma menina triste segurando um ursinho de pelúcia | Fonte: Midjourney
“O capitão parece um bom amigo”, eu disse quando a ambulância chegou. “Ele te ajuda a ser corajoso?”
Ela assentiu, ajeitando a gravata-borboleta gasta do urso. “Mamãe precisa mais dele agora. Ela chora muito desde o acidente de carro do papai. Às vezes ela esquece de comer. Ou de fazer o jantar. Ou de acordar. Semana passada, ela esqueceu de me pegar na escola, e a Sra. Jimmy do escritório teve que me levar para casa.”
A sala de espera do hospital fervilhava com a atividade de Halloween. Crianças com ferimentos leves relacionados a fantasias, pais preocupados e funcionários sobrecarregados enchiam a sala com energia caótica.
Um hospital | Fonte: Pexels
Mollie adormeceu no meu colo enquanto a Sra. Derek cuidava da papelada, explicando a situação de Isabel para a equipe.
Uma enfermeira trouxe um sanduíche e suco para Mollie, que ela comeu mecanicamente, sem tirar os olhos das portas duplas para onde levaram sua mãe.
“Eles vão fazê-la melhorar?”, ela perguntou entre mordidas. “Como tentaram fazer com o papai? Mas ele não conseguiu. Mamãe disse que o papai estava com os pais no céu agora. Mamãe vai me deixar também, Sr. Dave?”
Uma menina triste segurando um sanduíche | Fonte: Midjourney
Meu coração se partiu quando olhei para seu rosto inocente.
“Eles estão fazendo tudo o que podem, querida. Sua mãe está doente de uma forma diferente da que seu pai estava. Mas ela pode melhorar com a ajuda certa.”
Três horas depois, uma médica surgiu, seu rosto cansado, mas gentil. “Ela está estável”, ela disse. “Desidratação grave, exaustão e o que parece ser um episódio depressivo grave. Você é da família?”
“Somos vizinhos, doutor. A filha dela a encontrou. O marido dela faleceu recentemente.”
Os olhos do médico suavizaram. “Ela está perguntando por Mollie.”
Um médico triste | Fonte: Midjourney
Isabel estava sentada na cama quando entramos, com linhas intravenosas serpenteando de seu braço. As luzes fortes do hospital enfatizavam as olheiras sob seus olhos e os espaços vazios em suas bochechas.
“Meu bebê”, ela respirou, abrindo os braços. “Eu sinto muito. Eu sinto muito, muito mesmo.”
Mollie correu até a mãe, enterrando o rosto no vestido de hospital de Isabel. “Eu estava com medo, mamãe. Pensei que você fosse embora como o papai.”
Uma mulher em uma cama de hospital | Fonte: Pexels
“Eu sei, baby. Eu estava perdida no lugar escuro de novo.” Isabel olhou para mim por cima da cabeça de Mollie, seus olhos cheios de lágrimas. “Obrigada por nos ajudar. Eu não sei o que teria acontecido se—”
“É para isso que servem os vizinhos”, eu disse, me aproximando. “Mas você precisa de mais do que vizinhos, Isabel. Você precisa de ajuda. Ajuda de verdade. E tudo bem. Mollie precisa da mãe, e você precisa de apoio para estar lá por ela.”
Nos meses seguintes, vi Isabel lutar para voltar à vida. Ela se juntou a um grupo de apoio ao luto. Começou a fazer terapia. E aprendeu a pedir ajuda antes que a escuridão se tornasse muito profunda.
Não foi fácil… recuperação nunca é. Houve contratempos, dias em que sair da cama parecia impossível. Mas ela continuou lutando, por Mollie, por si mesma.
Uma mulher com uma menina | Fonte: Unsplash
A pequena e eu também ficamos mais próximas. Eu a ajudei com o dever de casa enquanto Isabel estava na terapia. Eu a ensinei a fazer meu famoso (ok, medíocre) espaguete. Eu a aplaudi na peça da escola dela, onde ela interpretou uma árvore muito convincente.
“Você foi o único que aplaudiu quando eu disse minha única fala, Sr. Dave!” ela me disse orgulhosamente.
Aquela noite de Halloween mudou tudo. Às vezes, os monstros mais assustadores não estão nos filmes, eles são aqueles em nossas mentes, aqueles que nos fazem esquecer que não estamos sozinhos.
Mas aqui está o que aprendi: esses monstros não conseguem sobreviver à luz da comunidade, da amizade… e do amor.
Um homem sorrindo | Fonte: Midjourney
Eu não salvei apenas uma mãe naquela noite. Ganhei uma família. E ao ajudá-los a se curar, descobri que meu coração estava ficando maior, mais forte e mais capaz de amar do que eu jamais imaginei ser possível.
Mollie ainda tem o Capitão, mas agora ele fica na cama dela em vez de ficar de guarda sobre a mãe dela. E às vezes, quando o sorriso de Isabel alcança seus olhos, eu vislumbro a mulher que ela costumava ser, aquela que ela está lutando para se tornar novamente.
Uma menina alegre segurando um ursinho de pelúcia | Fonte: Midjourney
Aqui vai outra história : Uma taxista grávida oferece a um estranho sem-teto e ferido uma carona gratuita para o hospital em uma noite chuvosa. Sua vida muda quando ela acorda com uma carreata de SUVs do lado de fora de sua casa no dia seguinte.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
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