International Women's Day

Happy Women's Day! I kinda think I already started celebrating last night when I went for drinks with some ladies and we discussed a whole multitude of different issues relating to women, some a little X Rated perhaps haha. Put it this way, the word "moist" was thrown around a lot haha. But there is something so nice about women getting together and talking . We covered politics, economics, ethics...all in the space of 4 hours. Ahh if only we ruled the world (Hilary I'm counting on you!).

Anyway, I've been riffling through TED talks today, looking for interesting videos on women's issues and I came across this one that I absolutely love. I've talked about Feminism on my blog a few times before (click the "feminism" tab below to see my previous posts) and I feel this video perfectly sums up my views. There's a million more things I'd love to go into more about feminism and empowering women but that might need to wait for a time when I can properly plan a good post (as I know this topic can spark plenty of debates). But for now, I leave you with Roxanne Gay's thoughts and my favourite poem from Maya Angelou . Have a great day all and much to all my girls out there xo 

 

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 for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.