Her Mom Never Wanted a Daughter & She Was Made to Believe She Was Ugly — Now She’s a TV Star Once Listed Among the Most Beautiful People

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

My MIL Gave Away My Late Mom’s Heirloom to Her Friends — I Immediately Made Sure She’d Regret It

When I spotted a stranger wearing my late mom’s cherished necklace at a café, my world flipped. My meddling MIL had stolen it, along with other heirlooms, and lent them to her friends. Furious and betrayed, I reclaimed what was mine and plotted a lesson she’d never forget.

I’ve always prided myself on the kind of person people can count on. My husband, Michael, likes to say that my heart is my strongest muscle. It’s sweet. Corny, but sweet.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Together, we’ve built something beautiful: a relationship rooted in respect, understanding, and love.

So when his mom, Lucille, needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate. She’d lost her apartment, and while she wasn’t exactly easy to live with, I couldn’t say no. Family is family, right?

“You’re sure?” Michael asked, hesitation flickering across his face. “She can be… a lot.”

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A doubtful man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sure,” I replied. “But she has to agree to be respectful, okay? Living with us doesn’t mean she gets to do whatever she wants in our house, or with our stuff.”

My husband nodded. “I agree. I’ll speak to her and make sure she understands that.”

At first, it was fine. She could be intrusive, sure, but mostly she was just there, taking up space like an overly perfumed shadow. I chalked up her quirks to the adjustment period.

Until the necklace incident.

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A woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

My best friend Tara and I had planned a brunch date at the café on Maple, a little spot with sticky tabletops and the best lattes in town. We’d just settled in when I noticed a group of middle-aged women laughing at a nearby table.

One of them was wearing my mother’s necklace.

My stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the familiar glint of gold, or the intricate filigree on the pendant that had been in my family for generations.

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A necklace on a woman’s neck | Source: Midjourney

That necklace wasn’t just a valuable piece of jewelry either, it was her… my mom. The piece she’d worn to weddings and graduations and everyday errands. The one she’d entrusted to me before cancer took her away.

“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, following my gaze.

“That woman’s wearing Mom’s necklace! How… I’ll be right back,” I said, rising on shaky legs.

I approached the woman, my heart hammering.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“Excuse me?” My voice cracked as I approached her table.

She looked up, startled but polite. “Yes?”

“Your necklace,” I said, pointing with a shaky finger. “Where did you get it?”

“Oh, this?” She touched the pendant, her brow furrowing. “My friend Lucille lent it to me. Said it was just some old junk from her daughter-in-law’s late mother. She insisted I take it.”

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A woman touching a necklace she’s wearing | Source: Midjourney

Lucille!

My ears rang. “Really? Because Lucille is my mother-in-law, and that’s my necklace. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, too, not a piece of junk, and I never said she could lend it out to anyone.”

The woman’s face crumpled as she reached for the clasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. She made it sound like… oh God. I’ll give it back.”

“And the rest of it,” I added, sweeping my gaze across the table like a prosecutor delivering a final blow. The air around me seemed to thicken as I recognized each piece, a fresh wave of anger rising with every discovery.

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An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

The women exchanged uneasy glances. One by one, they began fumbling with their jewelry. Karen, a woman wearing one of Mom’s brooches, looked at me with wide, guilt-ridden eyes.

“We truly didn’t know,” she stammered, her fingers trembling as she unclasped it. “Lucille made it seem like it was no big deal.”

“She lied,” I replied flatly, extending my hand. “Please, just give them back.”

There were murmurs of embarrassment and whispered apologies as the others followed Karen’s lead.

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Women in a coffeeshop | Source: Midjourney

Rings slipped off fingers, bracelets were pulled from wrists, and necklaces were unfastened with hurried movements. By the time the last piece was handed over, my pockets bulged with stolen memories. Yet instead of relief, I felt only a simmering fury.

“She said they were just sitting around,” another woman said hesitantly, her voice low. “We had no idea.”

I nodded stiffly, though my heart ached. These weren’t just objects. They were fragments of my mom’s life that I thought I’d kept safe.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

“I know you didn’t,” I said quietly. “It’s not your fault.”

As I turned to leave, I forced myself to walk calmly, though every step felt like an effort not to burst into tears or scream into the open air. Outside, Tara was waiting by the car, her face tense with concern.

“Did you get it all back?” she asked as I slid into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. But this isn’t over.”

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A woman driving a car | Source: Pexels

The faint jingle of the heirlooms in my pocket was the only sound as I gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead, swallowing my emotions.

At home, the scent of cheap lavender slapped me in the face the moment I entered Lucille’s room. Her presence lingered, as suffocating as her perfume. It clung to everything: the curtains, the bedding, and even the damn air.

Her jewelry box sat open on the dresser, its contents shimmering like a taunt.

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A jewelry box | Source: Midjourney

I stepped closer, the floor creaking underfoot. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, my expression hard and unyielding. This wasn’t me; this simmering ball of anger and betrayal. But Lucille had pushed me too far.

Then the idea struck.

If Lucille wanted to play lending library, fine. But she wasn’t going to use my family’s legacy.

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A smirking woman | Source: Midjourney

I gathered every piece of her jewelry I could find — necklaces, bracelets, the works — and reached out to her friends.

Karen, the ringleader of the brunch group, was the first to respond.

“Think you and the others would mind helping me teach her a lesson?” I asked.

Karen, bless her, laughed. “Oh honey, we’re in.”

A few days later, Lucille invited her friends over for tea and I set my plan in motion.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

I watched from the shadows of the hallway as her friends arrived, each one adorned in her jewelry. Karen’s coat bore Lucille’s infamous rhinestone brooch, catching the light every time she moved.

Another woman wore the chunky gold necklace Lucille always bragged about at family dinners, while someone else twirled her fingers, stacked with Lucille’s signature cocktail rings.

Lucille, oblivious at first, poured tea and chattered about nothing, her voice loud and grating as usual. Then she froze.

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A woman gasping | Source: Midjourney

Her gaze landed on Karen’s brooch, and her smile faltered. Her eyes darted from one woman to the next, and with each new piece of jewelry she recognized, her face turned a deeper shade of red.

“What-what’s going on?” she stammered, her tone sharp with suspicion.

Karen, bless her, played it cool. “What’s wrong, Lucille? You’re happy to let us borrow these, aren’t you?”

Lucille’s teacup rattled as she set it down, her hand trembling.

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A tea cup | Source: Midjourney

“That’s my jewelry! What are you all doing wearing it?”

The group fell silent, shifting uncomfortably. Karen tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Wait a minute,” she said slowly. “You were fine giving away your daughter-in-law’s heirlooms. Isn’t this fair as well?”

Lucille’s eyes widened, her chest heaving with outrage. “That’s completely different! These pieces are mine!” Her voice cracked, the shrill edge betraying her panic.

That was my cue.

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A woman standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

I stepped into the room, the weight of my presence halting her tirade mid-sentence.

“Oh, calm down, Lucille,” I said, my tone even but laced with ice. “I thought it was only fair to return the favor. You know, since you decided my late mother’s heirlooms were yours to lend out.”

Her head snapped toward me, her face pale and panicked. “I didn’t…”

“Don’t even try,” I interrupted.

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A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

“You knew exactly what you were doing. You stole from me. You lied to your friends. And you insulted my mother’s memory by calling her legacy ‘old junk.’”Her face paled, the bravado draining away. “I-I didn’t mean…”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” I said sharply. “You crossed a line. A massive one. And I’m done letting you disrespect me.”

Lucille’s voice dropped to a whimper. “Please don’t call the police.”

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

“I should,” I said. “You don’t just get to steal and lie without consequences.”

That night, Lucille packed her things and left. Michael helped her carry her suitcases to the car, his silence saying everything. It didn’t erase the betrayal, but it helped.

Lucille’s friends, furious at being lied to, cut ties with her until she apologized to me as well as them. Even then, I made it clear: she was never to be left alone in my home again.

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A victorious woman | Source: Midjourney

I locked my mother’s jewelry in a safe that same night. When I looked at the necklace, now safely back where it belonged, I felt a bittersweet relief. It reminded me of Mom’s love, of her strength. And of my own.

Because in the end, Lucille may have tried to take a piece of my mother’s legacy, but she couldn’t take the lesson I learned: sometimes, being a good person means standing up for yourself.

Here’s another story: When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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