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Growing up I didn’t feel like a girl.

I felt a bit like I was born in the wrong body. I wanted to be a boy and I didn’t get why I was born as a girl instead. I wondered if God made a mistake.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate my body and feel like I should have had male body parts instead, I just wished I wasn’t a girl.

And then I became a woman and still I wished I was a man.

It wasn’t because I felt that being a boy or a man was better than being the female counterpart, it was simply that I felt my thoughts and being was more masculine than it was feminine and I wanted to express myself accordingly without the scrutiny of stereotype.

I continued to live life expressing myself as I wanted regardless. I didn’t conform to what was expected of me as a female. I would say what was on my mind and stand up for any injustice I saw. I was independent and outspoken. At some point, I almost didn’t see gender anymore and did whatever I wanted to the extent that some would say, “You’re acting like a man” or “It’s almost like you’re the man in the relationship” or “You drink like a guy!”. Many boyfriends (or was it all?) said, “Am I the guy or you?”

There was and is nothing wrong with my resilience to remain free and uncontrolled, in fact, we should all feel free to express ourselves authentically regardless of our gender, race or religion (as long as we don’t kill, lie, cheat, etc. you get the drift).

However, I didn’t realize then that I was missing an aspect in life; I was missing the beauty of physical being if I wasn’t enjoying being in the body that I was given or if I felt it held me back in some way.

But one poem changed all that.

I remember stumbling upon it in my mid-20s and getting goosebumps through the read as I hit my A-ha moment – each line to the next right to the very end. It etched itself into my soul and I was ever so grateful that it found it’s way to me.

When I was done reading the poem I felt it and knew it.

I am a Woman.

Embrace it and live it to its fullest.

It hit me right at the core and was a much needed spiritual wake-up call. The poem showed me the beauty in being a woman, and the power we can come to with our being and authenticity if we stood tall in our skin, shape and form regardless of what it is.

It’s confidence. It’s magic.

So from that day forth, I began to learn and explore a new side of myself. The power of embracing my feminine side.

I am a woman and I own it as best I can. I stand tall and I walk proud. I even sway my hips while I’m at it. I represent and I am here to serve with love and all it’s glory. (And I still make mistakes, just like everyone else.)

When that mental shift happened, my essence took on a new course. It was the launchpad into my own authenticity.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou gave me a new found confidence and changed the reflection I saw in the mirror that day forward. I was never limited by gender before, but by truly embracing my feminine side, I was stronger and more determined than ever.

I hope it can do the same for you in some way or another.

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.

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