womens-inspirational

She laughs an honest laugh... one that puts the fakes on edge and makes them dream of being better.

I believe in strong women. I believe in the woman who is able to stand up for herself. I believe in the woman who doesn't need to hide behind her husband's back. I believe that if you have problems, as a woman you deal with them, you don't play victim, you don't make yourself look pitiful, you don't point fingers. You stand and you deal. You face the world with a head held high and you carry the universe in your heart.

As women, we are always taught never to let a man know of our affections towards him, lest he laugh, run away, or think that we are psycho. But what if that's not true? Have you ever stopped to think that? What if it's like there's a beautiful little bird in our hearts and we're too afraid to let anyone see it in there? What's wrong with letting anyone know that there's a bird in your chest? Maybe there are lots of wrong ones, but maybe there's one that's just for you_ the one who won't laugh or run away when he sees that little bird. After all, it__ just a pretty bird!

If a woman defined herself solely by the man she was with__nd vice versa__he world would be a very shallow and insipid place, indeed.

When you are in harmony with love and positivity, everything you want will be pushed in your direction and given to you.

Our daily thoughts manifest into the life we live and what occurs around us.

Self-growth does not always mean that we've changed. It means that we've stopped listening to what others say we 'ought' to be doing and finally live our lives according to our own values.

When girls see women in leadership roles speaking out for what they believe in, they see it is possible for them, too. Instead of a faraway dream, their aspirations become real, concrete and achievable. Womanhood starts to look more inviting.

A Pheonomenal woman is driven by her divine given POWER: The acronym Power defines her qualities:Poised for successOpportunities are endlessWorks hard to achieve her goalsEnduring strength and vitalityReaps the rewards of her hard workA Phenomenal woman will get out of bed, when the whole world around her is falling apart.

It's easy to make me laugh, you can make me laugh, anyone can make me laugh, but that certainly does not mean you can make me do anything.

My wife is a thief...She takes the last cookieTakes forever to get readyShe takes her time in the showerTakes all of the hot waterShe takes my favorite seat on the couchTakes the high road when I lose controlMy wife is a thief...She took my last nameTook the time to get to know me, love meShe took the back seat and let me leadTook on motherhood and the emotional toll that it bringsShe took care of me the many times that I've gotten sickTook on the pain of pregnancy so that the Jackson legacy would live onMy wife takes, and takes, and takes...I'm so proud of my perpetual thief who stole my heart and won't give it back.

Do not yearn to be popular; be exquisite. Do not desire to be famous; be loved. Do not take pride in being expected; be palpable, unmistakable.

The concept of __ork-life balance_ is a fleeting idea for a Bombshell. Instead, a focus on work-life success__here her time and energy shifts based on the rotating demands of each area of her life__s far more realistic.

Sorry, Sister. You're not __ormal._ You're exceptional. You're a Bombshell. If this was easy, everyone would be a successful business owner.

A Bombshell wants it all, yet she is beginning to see shecan__ have it all at once.

Remember, you are not aspiring for perfection, Bombshell. You are aspiring for progress, one step at a time.

A Bombshell__ constant struggle is living up to her God given potential while also battling in her mind the difference between her expectations and the world__ expectations.

God is funny. He had a funny day when he made me. A funny, thoughtful, crazy day. He gave me a physique by which I would be so easily and so quickly judged, then gave me a mind by which I would so deeply magnetize, He put within me a heart with small, fast wings that I can hardly, barely handle, and then gave me a voice that hides behind everything in whispers. Oh, and also put a pen in my hand which writes me into madness! How can anyone possibly understand me? But I don't think God cared about that thought, when He made me! How ridiculously unfair!