STOP!!! Before you glance over thinking this is just another feminist rant. It’s not, I promise! Are you ready for this?
WE LOVE MEN !
We really do! However, after a long journey involving many detours, U-turns, heading in the wrong direction, stuck in traffic, being involved in minor fender benders and crashes with total loss and some bruises, taking the wrong exit now and then, and not paying attention to big flashing danger signs, we have finally arrived at our final destination:
LOVING OURSELVES ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT WE WANT OUT OF LIFE !
We are 35, 45, 55, 65 ….. We are single, married, divorced, in or out of a relationship. We are fit and healthy, sexy and happy, independent and confident, passionate lovers and wonderful partners, looking and feeling great …..
NOT FOR OTHERS, BUT FOR OURSELVES !
You won’t hear us asking the question that was oh, so important in our earlier years “Does this make me look fat?” Instead, we embrace and accentuate our natural beauty. You won’t find us sitting next to the phone for days waiting for any little sign, like a phone call, that you’re the least bit interested in us. We may actually pick up the phone ourselves after a long enough waiting period to call you, or wait to return your call, just to drive YOU a little crazy for a change, and only if it’s worth it. Otherwise: NEXT!!! And what about the question dreaded by so many men around the world “Do you love me?” You may never hear us asking you that question, or at least not as often as we did in our earlier years. We may actually pay attention to your actions to see whether they show the love and respect we deserve because we’re just not willing to settle for less anymore. Been there, done that, didn’t like it. And don’t be surprised to find out that ‘Making Love’ is okay sometimes, but other times we may just want to have ‘Wild Sex.’
Bottom line: We know what we want, are passionate about life and it shows !
WE LOVE MEN ….. AND OURSELVES !
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PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Dr. 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.
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