When I was in high school, I was fortunate enough to go to poetry festival and watch Maya Angelou recite her famous poem Phenomenal Woman.

At the time, I was not a phenomenal woman.  I was a small slip of a girl who didn’t have a good relationship with food.  I confused being active with actively living.

Over time, though, I learned to appreciate the ‘phenomenal woman’ and I became one myself.  One who dances, who fences, does yoga, and does cemetery crawls.  One who understands that by loving who I am and what I look like, I do not have to have a bad relationship with food.

One who has become a Pampered Chef, and has really started to eat healthier with the help of their wonderful products.  I’ve also learned quicker ways to bake yummier items! And they’re not always ‘healthy’.  But, they’re YUMMY!  Food should taste good!  And, I am going to share all of my recipes with you!  And it’s going to be an amazing journey.   Because, as I tell people who ask, “Do you want to get dessert?” after a meal… “Hips like these like dessert!”  And I smile.  And, I love dessert!

Phenomenal Woman


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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Find Phenomenal Woman and other poems at the Poetry Foundation.