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Keeping Up Appearances,
Getting Fed Up
The Embodiment of Strength among
African American Women
The body holds meaning. The fact that this thought takes us by surprise itself reflects
significantly upon a culture that is seriously divided within itself, splitting itself off
from nature, dividing the mind from the body, dividing thought from feeling,
dividing one race against another, dividing the supposed nature of woman from the
supposed nature of man.
———Kim Chernin, The Obsession ([1981] 1994, 2)
“De nigger woman is de mule uh de world so fur as Ah can see. Ah been prayin’ fuh it
tuh be different wid you. Lawd, Lawd, Lawd!”
———Zora Neale Hurston (1937, 29)
Taken from the novel Their Eyes Were Watching God, the epigraph notes the
exasperation of the grandmother of the central character as she makes a
critical observation: the social treatment of black women in a racist, sexist,
and classist society leads to the view that they are “beasts of burden,” who
must labor for others above them in the social hierarchy. While few black
women would readily identify with being “mules,” a consistent thread in
black feminist theorizing draws attention to the selflessness, abuse,
expectations of superhuman abilities, and inequalities faced by women
who see themselves and are viewed as “strong black women.” As I main-
tain in this section, the dehumanization of black women into deviant
beings, into “mules of the world,” is centrally a problem of embodiment or
How many times have you heard the term applied to a woman whose
life no rational person would choose in a million years? Some sister,
struggling under an impossible load, who’d love to be able to shrug her
shoulders or at least have a few other shoulders to share the burden
with. “That’s a strong Black woman,” someone will say in a solemn,
near-reverent tone that is usually followed by a moment of silence. It’s
almost as if one were judging a performance instead of empathizing with her life.
As a result, her complexities, pain and struggle are somehow made
mythic, and she who so desperately needs our support is placed on a
pedestal to be admired rather than helped. ([1978] 1984, 33, emphasis
added)
What I kicked to the curb was the years of social conditioning that told
me it was my destiny to live my life as a BLACKSUPERWOMAN Emeri-
tus. That by the sole virtues of my race and gender I was supposed to be
the consummate professional, handle any life crisis, be the dependable
rock for every soul who needed me. . . . Retirement was ultimately an act
of salvation. Being a SBW [Strong Black Woman] was killing me softly.
(1999, 87)
picking up strength
Of the twelve interviewees, four were obese and one was significantly
overweight. However, eight of the interviewees, including four of the
overweight women, described families in which several, if not a majority,
of the mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and sisters were obese and struggled
with weight-related illnesses. The stories these interviewees told about
such women contained a thematic consistency of self-sacrifice and
seemingly limitless endurance. As one interviewee noted, the strong black
women of her rural Louisiana community were “make do women,” who
were expected to accept many inequitable life circumstances. She and
other interviewees described women who tolerated infidelity because they
were raised to “tak[e] all kind of stuff off of men,” who worked multiple
jobs in order to take care of their households and those of kin, and who
raised generations of children. In the process of being strong—that is, of
making continuous personal sacrifices—they also “shield[ed] so much” of
their emotions.
Growing up, there were few alternatives for the women than to be
“strong.” It was modeled by mothers and female relatives, and during the
interviewees’ upbringings, few, if any, other public responses were
tolerated. As forty-six-year-old Traci3 recalls from her girlhood:
Even from, just say a young girl. . . . It’s just something you just learn.
You try to instill in yourself. “Well, mom told me to be strong, so I have
to be strong like her.” And then you start following the example. And
They always say, “You gotta be there for your family.” And that’s the
worst thing. I tell my momma that. “That’s the worst thing you could
teach a person.” . . . And it’s how we interpret it. They teach the son
that, “You gotta be there for each other,” and I think sons listen to it as,
“You can screw up, they [the women] got your back.” Whereas daugh-
ters listen to it as, “I got to take care of. I got to watch out for my brother;
I got to watch out for my family.”
Everybody claims me to be the strong one. . . . That’s how they see me.
And as a matter of fact, my girlfriend one day, when I told her I’d had
this moment, I freaked her out, she was like, “What do you want me to
do? Do you need to go to the hospital?” . . . And not that I was tearing
up anything or anything, I was just crying. And, it, I had too many things
on my mind, too many things to do, and couldn’t figure out how to do
them, and it just all came to a head. And she was like, “What’s wrong?
I’ve never seen you cry. What’s the matter?”
[T]hey wouldn’t do anything. And I was taking my kids late, I was not
doing well in school, I was just, chaos. And, I looked at my dad. I
couldn’t keep my eyes open. He say, “You don’t need any help! My son, I
mean, your brothers, they have to work; you’re not going to pay their
bills.” And then, I was like, “I just want some sleep.” . . . “She don’t
want you here!” [father talking to mother], just because I say I need
some sleep. . . . He said I didn’t need any rest or sleep. And my brothers
didn’t have to do anything. . . . I get more of it from my brothers and my
dad of, “I’m supposed to be a superwoman-type person.” But then also
my friends and guys I meet, so I don’t know [chuckle].
Crystal’s presumed strength allowed her male family members to avoid the
emotional and physical labor of tending to her mother, who was viewed as
a strong black woman and was dying from weight-related congestive heart
failure. As is found among strong black women—women who take on this
role out of the lack of choice to embody black womanhood in other affirm-
You get tired of people telling you no or they’ll be there for you, and
actually they’re not. So what do you do? You rely on yourself, because
you can’t depend on nobody like you can depend on yourself. . . . [It]
only took one or two people to tell me that they would be there for me,
and they didn’t, and you don’t get but one chance. And so once you
blow that one chance, and I know I’m the only one who can do it, then I
only rely on me.
While the black women interviewed often were critical of the role of
strength, speaking about its limitations and constraints, in the face of few
other socially acceptable presentations of self as black women, they also
cloaked themselves protectively in it. For example, following her negative
appraisal of the reactions of the menfolk in her family to her dying mother,
Crystal took some comfort in the sense that others think that she has
things under control. As she observes about this contradiction in herself:
I think I like the idea when people see me as a strong person and not a
weak person. I don’t know why. It just makes me feel good. It’s, it’s
crazy. . . . Because it’s like, I want people to look at me as a person that
“I know I can go to and Crystal and get what I want,” but at the same
time, I want them to leave me the hell alone. So, I don’t know. You
know, it’s like, I don’t want them to say, “Well, I know she doesn’t have
it.” I want them to know, “Yes, she does.” But at the same time, I don’t
want them to ask [chuckle].
I just really didn’t think about nothing. You don’t, you’re not focused on
anything, you’re not going anywhere. You just sit there and you’re at a
standstill. “Well, what am I going to do?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t
know?” You know, you just. You don’t know. You’re, probably you’re
confused. You eat. It’s an exit. You eat. . . . You don’t really have a reason.
But it’s an outlet. . . . It works for you. You don’t have to deal with
anybody, because you just put food in your mouth. . . . You don’t even
taste the food.
At the time that she was eating compulsively, Traci was dealing with an
unsatisfying marriage, raising a daughter and a nephew, working in a low-
wage job as a nursing assistant, and managing the multiple illnesses of a
mother with a formidable succession of weight-related health problems—
diabetes, congestive heart failure, stroke, high blood pressure, thyroid
problems, and kidney failure. Traci’s life was not under control, as her
performance of strength would suggest. However, in eating, she was able
to voice and obliquely face realities of confusion, entrapment, and frustra-
tion not permitted in the performance of strength.
When her mother almost died from the convergence of the illnesses,
Traci left her job to take care of her. To manage her own high blood
pressure and borderline diabetes, a doctor advised Traci to lose weight by
walking. Traci found the treadmill “so boring to me,” and she began going
outdoors, where she enjoyed “being free, out in the air, the wind blowing.”
And let’s say that you’re in the [teachers’] lounge or something, and
you’re eating amongst white people. You’re ticked off at what just
happened, you know. . . . So, okay, I went to [a donut store], and instead
of getting two donuts, I got six donuts. And I’m eating them one after
the other. And I have donut holes, and then my lunch, and then ice cream.
So, white people will look at you, or any other type of race who don’t
understand what you’re going through, will look at you and go, “What
the hell’s her problem? Why are you eating?”. . . But they don’t ask [you]
what’s wrong. . . . They would just assume, “Well, she’s just like an
overeater or something. That’s why she’s big. That’s why.”
Like I said, black people, black women probably just don’t, you know, it
probably wouldn’t be accepted to just walk in the room and just like,
“Screw this world!” type thing. You know, everybody would be like,
“Okay, you’re fired,” or something like that. They wouldn’t see why
you’re saying that. Maybe it’s because black women are, when they do
cope, they hide, and do what they have to do. So like, no one really sees
outside, . . . they don’t see how they’re [black women] coping. So,
maybe they go, instead of the lounge, they go in their room. Or maybe
they do something else. Maybe they hit their child. Maybe they do this,
maybe they do that, you know what I’m saying? Maybe you don’t see it.
[So what depresses them?] Life, just life in general. I mean, the
struggles of life. You know, the one time in the world they have to rest
is, “Hey, eat.” One thing they know they can do well is eat and that’s
their quiet time. You eat and you relax, you know. . . . I don’t think
anybody in their right mind would just keep going to the mirror, taking
showers, and just watch themselves inflate like that, without doing
something about it. . . . But I think telling themselves that they are fine
or that they, you know, are built, makes them feel better about what
they’ve let themselves grow into.
Arguably, strong (and large) black women are resisting a role that absorbs
rather than vents emotions, that projects a physical capacity to do what
Conclusion
As depicted by black feminists and the women in this study, the dominant
construction of womanhood among and for black women compels them to
demonstrate strength by hiding duress and minimizing a concern for self.
To be a strong African American woman is to participate in a two-sided
performance of being silenced and engaging in self-silencing (Gillespie
[1978] 1984; Scales 2001; Scott 1991; Wallace [1978] 1990). In the process a
strong black woman’s needs can be lost both to herself and to others who
attribute to her a superhuman capacity to endure a life of struggle and
selflessness.
Feminist researchers seeing connections between the psyche and
society, the mind and the body recognize that “lies make you sick”
(Gilligan [1982] 1993, xxvi). The lie of being “strong” enough to bear a life
of struggle without complaint and assistance and the lie of the oppressive
order that the status quo is “natural” and immutable have the potential to
make African American women sick with unhealthy overweight, an
embodied manifestation of the emotions of discontent that naturally
emerge from the constant suppression of one’s desires and interests. The
words of the women in this essay suggest that the significance of overeat-
ing is not primarily in the attendant weight gain but in the fact that it is
often a woman’s attempt to voice a critique of her role. Overeating can be a
way of paying attention to one’s self—one’s positive attributes as well as
one’s weaknesses, desires, needs—in the absence of social opportunities
to be recognized as a full human being. Traci’s experiences are instructive
here: once she found a way to reconsider her role as a strong black woman,
she lost the need to voice her frustrations through food. Walking and the
opportunity to reflect on her life outside of others’ expectations of her
allowed her to face and change what she found problematic and unfair in
her personal and work relationships. She moved from being a “strong”
black woman to a “mature” one who includes her own concerns and needs
among her responsibilities and within her relationships to others.
Taken together the experiences of the women interviewed suggest that
notes
1. While not asserted by these studies, I wonder to what extent depression among
“strong black women” can be viewed as a protest against selflessness. By
drawing attention to one’s self, the emergence of depression can give voice to a
range of feelings—uncertainty, fear, exhaustion, anger—that are inconsistent
with the performance of strength that expects a black woman to be capable,
without limits, ever giving, and in control of her life. Author bell hooks (1993,
73) suggests a similar connection between addictions and black womanhood
when she posits that compulsive overeating and shopping may allow for wom-
en to “take needed time out” in communities that are deeply suspicious of
claims that black women cannot cope with the demands placed on them.
Perhaps other researchers will pursue this line of reasoning.
2. Almost 65 percent of adult black women are considered overweight, as
compared to 57 percent of Latino populations, 43 percent of white women, and
25 percent of Asian/Pacific Islander women (Leigh and Jimenez 2002, 62). This
trend carries across social class (Rand and Kuldau 1990).
3. All names are pseudonyms.
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