Plus Size Is The (Not So) New Sexy

Greetings Beauties!!
I have the pleasure of adding my thoughts to this already wonderful blog written by my girl, Dee!! First… let me just say, her spirit, her professionalism and her overall beauty in and out, makes me one of her biggest fans!! I am so excited for her and know that whatever she puts her hands on will turn to gold!!!
With that said, the latest social media frenzy has been the celebration of the plus size woman. And let’s be clear… the plus size woman has always been something to celebrate. If you look back at beauty and fashion icons in history, these women had curves, thick thighs and soft spots all over!! Men have always desired a woman who looked like a woman. So, what is the big deal now?
In my honest opinion, fashion was never geared to the plus size woman. Colors were muted, styles were frumpy and there was never any tailored fit as if we were just round people with no shape. We are so much more than that and finally… fashion designers are getting it. And we all know the saying, when you look good, you feel good. So, what happened? When we began having choices in our clothing styles, we started coming out of the shadows and began allowing our inner diva shine like only plus size women know how. We walk with a confidence that cannot be denied and most cannot understand. We speak with assurance. We command the attention of everyone in the room when we come in because we have a way of making people feel uncomfortable without trying. Not that we want people to be uncomfortable, our passion and assertiveness is just sometimes too much to handle. There’s a famous poem I think of that I feel best describes us, beautiful plus size women. It is titled, Phenomenal Woman written by no other than the late poet, Maya Angelou. It is copied for you below. Picture the baddest plus size woman you know (maybe it’s you) while reading this poem and I bet you can picture her hips swaying in the rhythm of the words. Enjoy!!
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 of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Maya Angelou
Sonja R. 

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