Celebrating Women

Girl, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Mother.

Women come in all shapes and sizes. Imperfect beings, flaws and all, make each woman individually unique. Sun kissed and coated by the stars glaze and made to epitomize the soul of God in feminine form. 

Women are unique, molded by their environment and made strong with passing time. Aging like fine wine, women become enhanced and their purpose more defined with changing times. Being a woman is about changing the perspective and perception of what the world prescribes as roles, responsibilities and status in the political, economic and social aspect. 

Women came from men’s rib – their side, to be their equal; not from their feet to be walked on or trampled. A woman’s beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and nothing quite fits this than the fact that God himself took His precious time to mold women to His standard and need – He gave women HEART, and any man needing her HEART must seek God first.

A woman who KNOWS, and understands herself internally and externally has SELF-LOVE thus she is a force to be reckoned with. For she knows that she has enough strength for her life journey spiritually, mentally, physically ad socially – struggles, challenges, roadblocks and all. A woman is like magnet that leaves a field of impact in her wake, attracting the good and repelling the bad. She is PHENOMENALLY WOMAN. 

Women’s beauty, is not in the clothes they wear but in how they wear them; is not in the shape of their body but how they carry their figures; is not in the way they comb their hair but in the tresses and roots of their heritage; is not in their words but their actions; is not in their smile but in their eyes – the doorway to their heart; is not in talking without want but with need; is not in their weakness but in their strength; because they are more precious than jewels.
“…It’s in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride in my step, the curl of my lips…”
“…It’s the fire in my eyes, the flash of my teeth, the swing in my waist, and the joy in my feet…”   
“…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…”
Maya Angelou – Phenomenal Woman