Newcomer Lupita Nyong'o was honored with the Best
Breakthrough Performance Award at the 7th annual Black Women in Hollywood
Luncheon for her work in critically acclaimed film, 12 Years a Slave, presented
by fellow actress, Alfre Woodard. The following is her acceptance speech in
full:
I wrote down this speech that I had no time to practice so
this will be the practicing session. Thank you Alfre, for such an amazing,
amazing introduction and celebration of my work. And thank you very much for
inviting me to be a part of such an extraordinary community. I am surrounded by
people who have inspired me, women in particular whose presence on screen made
me feel a little more seen and heard and understood. That it is ESSENCE that
holds this event celebrating our professional gains of the year is significant,
a beauty magazine that recognizes the beauty that we not just possess but also
produce.

I want to take this opportunity to talk about beauty. Black
beauty. Dark beauty. I received a letter from a girl and I’d like to share just
a small part of it with you: "Dear Lupita," it reads, "I think
you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood
overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my
skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me."My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could
never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and
of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same
way that the women of The Color Purple were to me.
I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the
TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin.
And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up
lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing
my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of
a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I
experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day
before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar
cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother's every
word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little
lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He
never listened.
And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you
can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she
thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of
course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the
international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all
of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how
beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I
couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me
as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of
a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to
reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a
flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently
saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my
step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of
beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders
that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say
to me, "You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you." And these words
plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I
realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was
something that I just had to be.
And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty
was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful
is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty
enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much
trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this
day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has
faded away.
And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the
magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel
the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of
being beautiful inside. There is no shade to that beauty.
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