Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman

Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

By Maya Angelou

I love this poem, because it changes the view of what we consider a woman to be. There are so many preconceived ideas and notions that we ourselves can't keep up with. We believe our womanliness to be the length of our hair or size of our breast the lengths of our legs but they are merely the parts of our body. To be devoid of those things does it make us less than a woman? Of course not! What our body has or lacks is not what makes us. When I do a consultation with a client, the way you dress isn't what I look at, why you dress is what is more important, because you understanding yourself helps you to shed the layers of preconceived notions you have held about yourself over time. Once you are free, then you can dress the way that matches the true you.

When you read Maya Angelou's poem again, you hear confidence. She's not concerned about what you should look like based on media, she has looked deep within herself and understood her power. That's what I want for you. Everyday I want you to look in the mirror and see only you. Not your size, height, shape or past. I want you to see how truly amazing and phenomenal you are and embrace her and reflect her in your clothes.

Why? 'Cause you are a woman, Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that's you!'

Love Kookie x