A Poem About My Body

Chest poked out. Butt sticking out. Lips puckered out. Confidence oozing out of my teenage frame.   Hips spread wide. Breasts sitting high. Eyes to the sky. Thank God for being 25!   I’s married now. Let eat at Mr. Chow’s. My stomach no longer growls. Happy Wife, Happy Life.   Two kids in. Hair…

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Konfessions Of A Fashionable Mind

Konfashionable Mind. “Konfessions + Fashion + Inspiration = Konfashionable Mind” This was the tagline for my blog. The definition of what my blog is about. The goal was to create beautiful, plush pictures of myself in fabulous fashion finds. The goal was to post fashion/beauty tips. The goal was to travel and document my adventures.…

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Konfessions: “Who Are you?”

“Who Are You?” 2 years ago. As I sat in my therapists office. Staring blankly into the air. My therapist was awaiting a response from me. “Who are you?” She asked. I tried to think of something clever to say. Something that would sound good. Something funny. The way my therapist stared intently at me.…

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Phenomenal Woman, Indeed

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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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I woke up this morning with this poem in my head and when I got in the car there was a woman on the radio also reciting this poem.

Listening to my inner woman and the deejay on the radio was confirmation that:

I

Am

Indeed

A

Phenomenal

Woman

And

You

 

Are

Too.

 

 

Who Is This Woman?

Ten years ago. There was an older woman that worked in the same building that I worked in. Eclectic and Bold. I’d never seen a woman wear striped button ups with polka dotted pencil skirts. Fishnets with blazers and short skirts. Leopard print cat eye frames. She wore her collars sticking straight up in the air. Fabrics that didn’t match, but…

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