I don't want this to come off like I'm picking on the woman, I swear. I legitimately like Christina Aguilera
in the capacity that I know her: through her music. She has one of the strongest voices that I've ever heard in my lifetime (and honestly, I'm one of those people who thinks Adele ain't that great) translating into the slang proclamation of "Gurl can SANG!" But as I look through these pictures of her dolled up in a black lace gown at the ALMA awards from over the weekend, I can't say that even black is helping to flatter her figure any longer. People grow up, people gain weight, she's only 5 foot freaking 2 inches tall. You want to know the thing that bothers me here when I look at her? I don't see average weight gain. I see bloat. I see tell-tale alcoholic bloat. The kind of bloat that male celebrities can get away with and write a song about drinking too much beer. But Christina is held to this horrible standard that as a woman, if she's not working harder to look good for her fans in the physical sense, she must be somehow short-changing them. I'm more concerned that we need to get this woman to an AA meeting. But you make the call.
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