Far too often women tear eachother. Whether in silence, in private or to our girlfriends, why must women be so catty??

Why is she wearing that?
What does she have on?
I can't take her man
He'd be happier with me, anyway
Oh she hasn't seen nothing yet
Who does she think she is!
She's too skinny
She's too big
She's to muscular and manly
She's Basic
She's a hoe/slut/thot/whore/Bitch...etc.
She slept her way to success
I can do better than her...

You get the point right?

Truth Moment: Every woman has a story. We all have something (s) that others can point fingers at and judge us about...but that doesn't improve anyone's life in the long run!

The special caveat about self love and love in general is, its incomplete if you can't share it with others. Learn what it means to a reflect a sense of pride,  esteem and love upon other people. Learning to accept, support and empower others, but especially women is so important.

Just think how you'd feel with no encouragement?

No one wants to feel alone. No one wants to feel belittled. No one wants to be stabbed in the back or ridiculed.

Its ok to be inspired by other women, but there's never a need to compete. There's enough men, money, other women if thats what you prefer, clothes, style,  air and opportunities for us to all share.

In honor of Women's History Month I ask that you go out of your way to empower another woman. Whether by compliment, business support, cross promotion,  making amends or even liking/reposting a positive post, support another woman. We can get so much farther when we uplift one another.

If you don't know what to say, then feel free to repost this. Maybe it will inspire some women to be a little more positive and uplifting this month.

BE United~
By: Tiffany W.

March is Womens History Month! What better way to kick it off with a phenomenal poem by a phenomenal woman about us Phenomenal Women!


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.

Maya Angelou, “Phenomenal Woman” from And Still I Rise. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.