If so, that is an outrage because she was only speaking the truth.
On an edition of the ITV lunchtime talk show broadcast in April last year, the singer opined that obese women ‘should feel uncomfortable’ about their unhealthy size.
She added that High Street stores should not — and I am paraphrasing here — be lavishly catering for this elasticated waist-seeking blobocracy by making their exceptional sizes seem the norm.
Supplying the demand for a vast range of vast-sized clothes was only compounding the problem.
Singer Jamelia was talking about plus-plus sizes from 22 and beyond, the twilight word of smocks and sacks and waterfall cardigans, of frocks shaped like bricks and shirt-waist dresses without waists — and I know what she means because I’ve been there and got the XXXL-size T-shirt to prove it.
Her ITV bosses were furious. Perhaps because they secretly suspect a large percentage of the Loose Women audience are dozy fat chicks prostrate on the sofa in the middle of the day, watching telly and guzzling cream buns, while disagreeing with Gloria Hunniford or Coleen Nolan’s latest pronouncements. And perhaps they do the show’s fans a great disservice.
But 35-year-old Jamelia has really hit on something. We should be concerned with the way unhealthy weight problems have been unquestioningly embraced by the High Street and elsewhere — on both ends of the size divide.
You might think a fatso like me would be angry with her for what could be seen as ‘body shaming’ a chunky sector of the population, but I completely understand her point.
Just like Jamelia, I have also become increasingly uncomfortable with the creeping celebration of fatness — especially among the young. Many of us struggle with our weight, and losing it gets harder as you get older, but I’m not making excuses for myself or anyone else.
What I am saying is that I think it is wrong to encourage young women in particular to believe it is OK — and, occasionally, even glamorous — to be overweight.
Of course, so-called fat shaming — vilifying someone for their extra pounds — is despicable, the last stand of the bully who has got one over on you at last.
However, I worry that society has swung too far the other way, fostering the notion that it is fine to be overweight and you are lovely just the way you are.
Well, maybe you really are, but let’s be honest here. You’d look even better if you lost the saddle bags, the ‘mermaid thighs’ (the flattering new term for chunky upper legs) and the Prosecco jelly belly.
But, increasingly, this is not said, or even whispered, for fear of being seen as judgmental, or hurting the feelings of loved ones or of being, God forbid, politically incorrect.
Added to this are endless campaigns to celebrate real women and the kind of feminist empowerment rhetoric that decrees you are beautiful whatever your shape. There are inspiring polemics encouraging us to exult in our curves and be body positive, to climb into those sequins, girlfriend, and go for it.
Well, I agree with all of that — up to a point.
One of the difficult areas is the rise of the plus-size blogger, the young women who have an increasingly powerful presence online and in the fashion world. These fierce fashionistas are all over Instagram, Facebook and elsewhere, their words and images increasingly co-opted into the advertising profiles of plus-size High Street brands.
They send out a potent message that big is beautiful, big is just fine. They are usually under 30, with ravishingly lovely faces, a flawless fashion sense and a photogenic lifestyle. The other thing they have in common is that they are seriously overweight and rather gloriously unrepentant about it.
Their curves are not Photoshopped, their appetite for life displayed for all to see in their snaps of holidays, full-fat lunches and endless, endless fashion buys.
Their mantra is that you don’t need to be a sample size to make a style statement, which is entirely true and even laudable — but you don’t need to be four times a sample size, either.
Their blogs and websites are often larded with inspirational quotes, such as this one: ‘It’s not cellulite, it’s my body’s way of saying “I’m sexy” in Braille.’
Which is funny, but also delusional. When you are 22 and gorgeous and posing in the California sunshine, you can just about get away with being fat.
The reality is that, elsewhere, it is problematic and far from attractive.
Being overweight is not a passport to a glamorous paradise, it is a barrier to life. And it cannot be denied that you might be storing up health problems for the future.
Fat shamers don’t even want you to have healthcare for weight-related issues, although I don’t agree with that argument.
Fat people pay their taxes and are just as entitled to medical attention as worriers, workaholics, smokers, drinkers, motorcycle riders, skiers, anorexics, cheese-aholics, women who keep getting pregnant, former drugsters who irrevocably weakened their hearts and livers in their mis-spent youths and a million others.
Yet we should heed Jamelia’s warning. Don’t let being overweight be the new normal. Don’t forget that High Street stores are now selling plus sizes not out of the goodness of their hearts, but because the population is getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
Fat apologists will tell you that it is not about the size you wear, but the way your wear your size. That might be true.
But I’ve been fat and I’ve been thin (and fat again and thin again) and this much I know. Thin is better.
Donald Trump has refused to say that he will accept the result of the presidential election if he loses to Hillary Clinton.
‘I will look at it at the time,’ he said, following his many claims that the election is ‘rigged’ against him.
Trump, whose mother was born in Scotland, has adopted a stance that reminds me of the attitude of the SNP’s Nicola Sturgeon and Alex Salmond, who have determined — over and over again — not to accept the will of the people following the No vote in the Scottish independence referendum.
Do you think this arrant bullishness in the face of defeat is a Scottish thing?
Don't rain on their parade
Oh, no! There is going to be an all-white Bake Off final! And I’m not talking about the type of sugar they are going to use.
Following the departure of teaching assistant Benjamina Ebuehi last week and financial assistant Selasi Gbormittah on Wednesday, that leaves only engineer Andrew Smyth, teacher Candice Brown and garden designer Jane Beedle to bake their way into the last show. And the only thing they have in common is a lack of racial diversity.
Meanwhile, it has been noted in some quarters that three black and minority ethnic contestants were the first three to be voted off the new series of Strictly Come Dancing. DJ Melvin Odoom, EastEnders actress Tameka Empson and now BBC Breakfast presenter Naga Munchetty have all been given their marching orders.
In all cases, it was an innocent combination of bad luck, calamity and circumstance that led to their demise — but how tragic that some still determine to see this as a race-based conspiracy.
You would think, hope and pray we had moved on from such nonsense, but there will always be those who are resolved to see racial tensions in even the most virtuous instances.
Anyone who watched the GBBO semi-final this week could see, yes, that Selasi’s puff pastry was rough and his fondant fancies were anything but fancy, while Naga often resembled a trundling ironing board on the dancefloor.
That’s got nothing to do with race relations, just a lack of lamination (making the pastry) and syncopation (dancing the Charleston).
The only surprise is that the UK’s chapter of Black Lives Matter (On Reality Shows) are not pitchforking into the BBC foyer as we speak. Perhaps it’s only a matter of time.
PS Do you want to know what the real scandal is about Naga’s early departure from the dancefloor?
There’ll be no more of her adorable partner Pasha!
Hats off to businesswoman and Apprentice star Karren Brady, who says she would offer jobs to people without qualifications. Quite right, too.
Experience counts a lot more than many of the more esoteric university degrees that are worth little in the real world.
We should celebrate the things you don’t need a qualification for, including enthusiasm, honesty, energy, punctuality, being prepared, having a good attitude and going the extra mile. All highly prized by employers.
Look at those Nottingham University students who, this week, dressed up as Alton Towers amputees as a bad taste fancy dress prank. Idiots. They may be educated, but they haven’t a troy ounce of common sense between them. They’re fired.
Ageless Elle is not your average role model
Welcome to the age of age. Is it just the age we are at, or are women now more obsessed with age than ever before?
I think the latter. Age obsession is now fuelled by the rapacious beauty industry, preying on our vulnerabilities and worst fears. And also by celebrities whose wealth and popularity is in direct proportion to how much younger they look the older they get.
Model Elle Macpherson, 52, has made an industry out of it. This week, she is advising us crones to drink three litres of water a day instead of the commonly recommended two. What am I, a leaky radiator? Don’t answer that.
Meanwhile, 70-year-old Cher is about to start a show in Las Vegas. This week, she said that when she looks in the mirror, she sees an ‘old lady’.
Does she really believe that — or is she just angling for everyone to cry: ‘No, darling, you look fabulous!’
Sharon Stone, 58, and Liz Hurley, 51, proved this week that they still look great on the beach, while Trinny Woodall, 52, has a reinvented herself as the older lady’s online friend.
Her website gives the skinny on everything from glycolic face peels to hiding bingo wings (wear a soft draped blouse under a sleeveless dress. Why, who would have thought of that?)
They are amazing, even if we all suspect that a few of them have had secret surgery.
And how practical is it for ordinary women on ordinary budgets to hold back the years like they do? Not very, but don’t stop us from trying.