Phenomenal Woman: Down With Size Zero

 It started last year with fashion headlines screaming that Calvin Klein has a plus-sized model for its ‘perfectly fit underwear’ range. The model in news was Myla Dalbesio. She is  a size 10 and women were appalled and incredulous at what constitutes a ‘plus ‘ size. WTF’s flew globally! Of course she definitely was a change from Klein favorite Kate Moss and in all fairness to the fashion house, apparently it was the model, in Elle magazine , talking about plus-size modeling, and the problems with being neither a super-skinny girl nor a really big one.

However, now in the highly anticipated ‘Sports Illustrated’ issue ( reportedly reaches 70 million people annually and more men , 18-34, than Superbowl) due to hit the stands on February 9th, plus sized model Ashley Graham, is all set to shred distorted body imaging . It is part of a campaign that heralds that curves are in , especially in bikinis. It is aimed at women to feel confident and sexy in any swimsuit.

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Read about it here and watch the video : http://www.etonline.com/news/159150_ashley_graham_rocks_tiny_bikini_sports_illustrated_swimsuit_ad/

I smiled when I saw it and was reminded of Maya Angelou’s lovely poem ” Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating 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 of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”