To all my soul sisters, you are phenomenal.

Phenomenal simply because you are you.

I learnt the hard way to not compare myself to others, to honour the beauty and strengths in another. To send myself love when i feel insecure when a gorgeous goddess walks past or an empowered medicine woman stands on a stage that I’ve been dreaming to be on.

The gift of no longer comparing myself to others, is i now have the ability to see the divinity in each and everyone of us.

My dear sisters next time you see a stunning women, tell her how magnificent she looks. When you read a post from a successful soul sister tell her how she inspires you to be the best that you can be. Be brave beautiful ones and share your heart with the sisters that stir up your emotions.

Inspired by the beautiful words of Maya Angelou i invite you to sit with the knowledge that I send you love, appreciation, respect and deep gratitude for all that you do. I honour your divinity and your humanity.

You are phenomenal as am I.

I am a woman.

Phenomenal.

That’s me.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

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.