This country's perception of what a real woman looks like is so distorted. Production companies, toy companies, tv stations should all be ashamed for the images of "woman" that they display. I spent years suffering from an eating disorder, and when I think back upon the early influences of my disorder, it was tv. I was part of the 90210 generation, being 11 when it first aired on tv. I don't think that I had one girlfriend that didn't want to be as thin as the Beverly Hills High girls. It's appaling to see images like MK Olsen and Nicole Richie. Ten years ago, or even five years ago, I would have been envious or jelous of thier images. But now, at 28, I think "Oh my God, these girls are gonna break a hip or something." I am so glad that as I have aged, I have also learned to appreciate every curve of my body. I am loved for who I am not what I look like. And I am SO happy that when I go out to dinner, I don't get stares from neighoring tables because of how little I am and how little I am eating. If I could take back that ten year struggle with myself, I would. If I had known that so many people wanted to help me, I would have asked for help sooner.
PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 steps
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 of 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.