Ode to the Real Woman

Whoever said that big wasn’t beautiful never met me.

I have never been nor will I ever be a size three.

The skinny anorexic female on the cover of

Cosmopolitan cannot come close to comparing to my womanhood.

I am everything that she is not and more than anything she has ever thought to be.

I am a real woman,

Not designed in cookie cutter images to be just like the next person.

I am an original,

Full figured, fantastic, and flattering in all my glory.

These hands hips and thighs tell the entire story

Of my heritage.

In every hardship and in all the long dark nights,

I was the support beam for my man.

The Matriarch, who held it down tight when everything

Wanted to float up and away.

Can this be said for every woman?

I don’t think so!

I am the epitome of grace,

The face of perfection.

Brazen, big boned, and Oh So Beautiful.

So ladies, next time someone mentions your figure,

Put your hands on your hips, smile, and tell them,

“Take a picture!” because they will never look as good as you do.