K. Michelle Plastic SurgerySo, let’s talk about that K. Michelle plastic surgery pronouncement that she filmed herself going under the knife for bigger boobs, a fatter butt and a flatter stomach for the sake of the chil’ren.

Oh, yeah, you read that right: K. Michelle, who made her mark as the feisty, slap-happy singer in search of a record deal, said in a convoluted, confused interview with HuffPost Live that her upcoming VH1 reality show, “My Life,” features her plastic surgery, in part, because she wants young girls to know she’s not ashamed of wanting to change her body and that it’s important they, too, do things to make themselves happy. Let me just go on ahead and leave this right here:

“I got my boobs done, I had fat transferred to my butt, I sucked out the stomach. You know, just normal women things. And they say, ‘Are you really going to do this surgery [on camera]?’ I said, ‘Yes, because it’s my life.’ And I’m not ashamed. I’m not ashamed of wanting to suck the rolls out of my stomach.

‘I don’t want little girls to feel like I really did wake up like this, okay? I’m not like that.

‘You don’t have to do anything to be popular. You need to do what makes you happy. Don’t look at me as the poster child of ‘I need to change my appearance’ or whatever. For a long time I didn’t change my appearance. And now it’s something that I wanted to do. I woke up in the morning and wanted a little whatever, but you’re beautiful however you are.”

O_____O

I mean, there are so many layers of confusion and discombobulation in this one exchange, it would take at least three graduate seminars to unpack it all—in psychology, biology, anthropology. To hear K. tell it, the babies are supposed to be happy with what they got. Wait, no: they’d be happy if they followed her footsteps to Dr. Pump It Up and ordered up some breasts and a phat booty. Or, is it, they shouldn’t be like her? Hell, damn if I know. K. Michelle Before Plastic Surgery

Kudos to K. for at least telling the truth about her curves; she could be running around these internet streets pretending she woke up like that *cough* Kim Kardashian *cough* Honestly, though, between the red and blonde wigs (which sometimes change from scene to scene in her shows), the overly-done face, the bulbous breasts, the nonsensical waist to butt ratio, the fake teeth and her constant harping on both the grade of Black women’s hair (she’s called her Instagram followers “nappy-headed” on several occasions) and her co-stars’ ages, maybe it’s not all that wise to run around proclaiming how happy she is to be herself. What hasn’t she changed, after all? Her thumbs? Are her thumbs real? Her elbows, maybe? Maybe the pinky toes? I got questions.

I’ve made no secret about the fact that I’m not a K. Michelle fan. As much as I want her to win—she’s a domestic abuse survivor, her hit single, “V.S.O.P.,” is cute, plus, she’s a working mom with an adorable young son—her mouth gets all in the way of the benevolence I want to extend. Her blathering on and on about trying to be some kind of plastic surgery Black, Big Booty Barbie role model for young girls, already twisted up by the crazy messages they get from unfiltered viewings of reality TV ratchedness and listening to sexually explosive music lyrics and wading through the cesspool that’s today’s pop culture, makes me want to shank my TV. Here’s what I don’t need:

I don’t need K. Michelle telling my girls it’s okay to cut their way into loving themselves.

I don’t need K. Michelle telling my girls that pumping chemicals into their breasts, sucking fat out of their stomachs and getting butt injections is “normal” crap women do.

I don’t need K. Michelle calling anybody, much less kids who look like mine, “nappy-headed.”

I don’t need K. Michelle to pretend to my daughters that wearing wigs and getting fake teeth, boobs and ass is anything other than a desperate measure on her part to “be popular.”

And I especially don’t need K. Michelle to impart any self-esteem advice to little girls when, clearly, she has very little of substance to give.

If it sounds like I’m judging, it’s because I am. I have to. I have two daughters who need that dose of realism and unadulterated self-appreciation about as much as K. Michelle needs to stay off the surgeon’s table. This much I know is true.

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Denene Millner

Mom. NY Times bestselling author. Pop culture ninja. Unapologetic lover of shoes, bacon and babies. Nice with the verbs. Founder of the top black parenting website, MyBrownBaby.

4 Comments

  1. *starts a slow clap* I was done with her after she released “I just want to fuck…and not fall in love” last year some time. So over this notion that every Black woman on television has something to say to young Black girls. Television cameras don’t suddenly make you smart or wise or even tolerable. Ugh.

  2. Hol ‘on…you can get fake teeth now, too?

  3. Charlotte McNair

    who is the cosmetic surgeon is all I want to know

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