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“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” ― Nora Ephron

We are all amazing, men, women and children, but this post is dedicated to all the amazing women out there that forget how amazing and powerful they really are.

My sister and I were visiting friends last weekend.  This couple has lived in various parts of the world due to the husband’s job.  The wife’s life took a backseat to improve his career.  Now they are living in the US, and for the first time since she got married (17 years ago) she has a job.  She is working for Amazon in a warehouse.  She learned how to drive, lost 30 pounds, has her own money, and is feeling invincible.  

For the record they have no kids and had no financial issues. His money was hers also.  She didn’t need to work, specially in such a physical demanding job.  But her pride in describing her job,  and the demands of it, is infectious.  She mentioned that even her marriage improved.

My wish is for more women to discover their power, their independence, their strength, to reclaim themselves and to take ownership of their life and happiness. In whatever way that means, get a job, go back to school, do volunteer work, follow your passion and your bliss.

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
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

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
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
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

“When a woman becomes her own best friend life is easier.” ― Diane Von Furstenberg