I am woman, hear me ROAR


THIS picture inspires me. It stirs something so empowering deep inside the depths of my “I am woman, hear me roar” soul; and the second I saw it I just had to rave about how fabulous it was.

It’s a downright crying SHAME that women are so objectified. To the point where you will hear a man say that she is not attractive if her thighs touch, or if she is caught eating a cheeseburger instead of a piece of salad. To me, a womans body has always been a testament to the overall power and the immense strength she has; which by the way, can out do a man’s by ONE MILLION FOLD. Our bodies are meant to bear human LIFE and the curves, the “fat” are merely affirmations of our total bad-assery.

So, I’ll keep this short and sweet. Fuck you, media. Fuck you, Tabloid magazines…for photo shopping the living daylights out of every BODY you put in your magazines. We are not engineered by God to look like clones of each other. My body was built in the image of something much greater than my ability to “keep my man by trimming my waistline.”

I used to struggle GREATLY with my imperfections, and I’m sure I can speak for all my fellow ladies out there in the universe (fat, skinny, tall, short, purple, orange…you get the point) when I say that I always will…mainly due to the never-ending onslaught of girl-on-girl cruelty, and all the lovely forms of media being flaunted around every corner I turn. But I have also realized, through discovering my own beauty (which turns out, really IS only skin deep) that I am FLIRTY, not nearly 30, but STILL fabulous. And so are all you little boobied, big boobied, quadruple boobied, size 1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 10 wearing, hot as hell sex goddesses!!

So do yourself a favor, and next time you look in the mirror, smile; not because you wake up EVERY DAY loving yourself, or even feeling particularly great about the way you look at that very moment…but because despite all of the scrutiny, you still are fierce as ever.