This past weekend, during the American Music Awards 50th Anniversary special, Jennifer Hudson enthralled the crowd. Even though she gave her typical amazing singing performance, her haircut was the one that really got people talking.
It may be puzzling that a celebrity’s new hairdo would create such a sensation, but Hudson’s look had nothing to do with a daring new cut or color for the occasion. Rather, admirers of the 43-year-old vocalist conveyed their conviction that she had entirely shaved her head. We can confirm that, contrary to what many social media users thought, Jennifer Hudson has not truly gone “bald,” even though we are convinced she would still look amazing.
Legends like Mariah Carey, Nelly, and Nile Rodgers performed on Sunday night (October 6) to commemorate the American Music Awards’ 50th anniversary.
Fans’ confusion about the current artists’ lack of recognition during the ceremony dominated much of the conversation around the event. The simple answer is that the normal AMAs will now take place in March 2025 instead of as scheduled. As the name suggests, Sunday’s event was an anniversary special celebrating the awards’ half-century of relevance in the music business.
The surprises didn’t stop there, as Jennifer Hudson, 43, attracted a lot of attention with her presence.
For the occasion, the Dreamgirls actress chose a figure-hugging, glossy gown that emphasized her silhouette and exuded elegance.
One of the night’s most watched videos saw Hudson introducing Mariah Carey to the AMA stage. People on social media reacted angrily to her appearance in the clip, believing that she had cut off her hair.
On Instagram, someone wrote, “Not me thinking she went bald although she would look stunning.”
To the same post, another person replied, “Same. But she looks good in it. If she ever does, that is.
“Me too! I thought I was the only one haha until I saw the pony tail [sic],” a third person said.
“What made me believe Miss Hudson was bald? However, I think that would look fantastic,” remarked a fourth user.
“Jen, I thought you went bald for a minute,” a fifth person said.
One commenter said, “Lord thank God [..] she didn’t go bald.” Another said, ” “I thought she was rocking the bald look,” said another person.
It’s possible that fans remember Hudson’s 2015 bald hairdo. The singer at the time captioned a selfie she had uploaded to Instagram with her hair pulled back, saying, “Who needs hair when you’re serving face!”
Recall that the centerpiece of Hudson’s AMAs performance ought to have been her stirring rendition of “I Will Always Love You,” a smash song made popular by Whitney Houston in the 1992 movie The Bodyguard.
Prior to her amazing performance, Hudson was questioned about her relationship with the late Whitney. “What is my connection to Whitney Houston?” she asked in response. The gospel, you know, the presence, is a gift, in my opinion. I was just struck by it at a young age. I doubt that there was ever a moment when I was unaware of Whitney.”
My Cousin Deliberately Made My Wedding Dress Two Sizes Too Small – She Was Astonished When She Saw How I Handled It
The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. I was surrounded by the people who loved me, and even more, my cousin wanted to do something so intimate by making me a wedding dress.
Everything felt right.
We spent weeks choosing the design and fabrics. We pored over the magazines and websites, and finally, I had an idea in mind.
One day, I met Sarah at her office, ready to take my final measurements so that she could start with my dress.
“You’re going to look amazing,” she said, taking my measurements precisely, jotting down everything carefully on her writing pad.
“Oh, I hope so,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee as Sarah put her measuring tape away. “I’ve been on a strict diet, and I’m finally happy with my weight. So, it’s just about maintaining my figure now.”
“You look good, Jess,” she said. “But if anything changes and you find yourself losing or gaining weight, just let me know, and you can come in for another fitting.”
I nodded and left, eager to see how my dress was going to turn out.
But when I went for the final fitting, things took a turn.
I slipped into the dress, but something was wrong—it was way too small. I couldn’t even zip it up, no matter how hard I sucked in my breath.
“Jess! Are you crazy to gain weight before the wedding?” Sarah asked, her tone dripping with mock concern.
My heart sank. We were two weeks away from the wedding, and judging from this fitting, I didn’t have a dress.
“I haven’t gained any weight, Sarah,” I replied. “I’ve been too stressed to eat. If anything, I should have lost weight because of that!”
Sarah shrugged, barely concealing a smirk that was plastered onto her face.
“Well, I’ll try to fix it, but with the wedding so close, I can’t make any promises. I have other clients waiting for their orders, too, Jess.”
Her words rang loud and clear in my head as I drove away from her office.
And then it hit me — this wasn’t an accident. I recalled the way she spoke to me, and the tone in her voice. There was no remorse in her mistake. There was no mix-up in measurements. There was no weight gain with me.
This was deliberate, and Sarah had made the dress too small on purpose.
“I don’t know what to do,” I told Michael when he got home that evening.
“Show me the dress?” he asked, pouring himself a glass of water.
“What! No!” I exclaimed. “The dress may be a mess, but it’s bad luck for you to see!”
“Look, why don’t you take the dress to Mrs. Lawson? She’s my mom’s friend, and she does all her alterations. She’s making Mom’s dress for the wedding, too.”
So, I gathered the awful dress and went to Mrs. Lawson, who was a retired seamstress with a reputation for miracles.
“Oh, honey,” she said when I walked in. “Michael phoned me and told me all about the mess. But I’ve seen the worst and made it a hundred times better.”
“This might be tricky, though,” I said, showing her the dress.
“Honey, I’ve seen it all, trust me. Let’s make this work,” she chuckled.
Together, we transformed the original design into something completely new. A chic, short, cocktail-style dress that was bold, unconventional, and a bit edgy for a wedding.
But it was absolutely stunning. It was everything Sarah’s dress wasn’t: fun, flirty, and perfectly me.
When it was time to walk down the aisle, my heart raced. I stood in the bridal suite of the wedding venue and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful. I felt beautiful.
As my dad walked into the room to get me, his jaw dropped.
“My darling,” he said. “You look incredible! Wow!”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said. “I know it’s not what we all envisioned me wearing for my wedding, but it’s been the best surprise. I feel like a bride.”
“That’s the only thing that matters, darling,” he said.
Soon, my entrance music began, and goosebumps appeared all over my body as a classical version of a Lana Del Rey song took over the room.
Heads turned.
And I felt the buzz of admiration follow me as people watched me walk in. I knew that my dress was a hit.
When I got closer to Michael, his eyes widened, and his smile took over his face. I knew then that the man I was about to marry fell in love with me all over again.
But before I took my place next to Michael, I turned to Sarah, wanting to see her expression first.
Her face was priceless: she was pale and shocked. I knew she had expected to see me in tears, humiliated by her sabotage and wearing that horrible dress she had designed.
Instead, I was glowing, smiling from ear to ear.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, Michael’s vows leaving me in tears and my heart full of love for the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
But then came the reception.
Michael and I were mingling with our guests when Sarah cornered me.
“Jess, what happened to the dress? Where’s my original design? Why did you change it?” she asked, trying to hide her confusion.
I grinned.
“Oh, I thought I’d take your design and make it better! Remember, you weren’t even sure that you could do anything about it. And I was bursting out of it because it was at least two sizes too small.”
“So, that’s it? You just threw away my hard work?” she gasped. “That’s low!”
“No, Sarah, your work is the foundation of this dress. It’s just a hundred times better because the woman who fixed it wanted me to look and feel beautiful on my wedding day.”
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Around us, guests kept complimenting my dress, calling it unique and stunning.
Sarah had no choice but to stand there and listen.
“Come on, love,” Michael called to me. “Let’s do our first dance so that I can really get into the buffet after! The roast beef is to die for!”
“I’m coming,” I smiled, finally happy.
What would you have done?
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