SO, it is the month for women. I think women should be celebrated every single day of the year. After all, with no disrespect to men, women are strong yet graceful, intelligent yet sensual, and of course the bearers of generations.
But in the past, and it often still creeps up today, we were discriminated against.
However, there are still many reasons why I am happy to be called a woman.
We can wear any colour we like without becoming the victims of gender stereotypes.
We can buy ten pairs of shoes in the same colour without anybody thinking that we are insane - after all, a woman can never have too many pairs of shoes.
We can be in a really bad mood and blame it on PMS and you know what? Instant forgiveness.
We can decide to wear our hair in various styles: up, down, twirled, curled, spiralled - and the list goes on.
But this is not what defines us as women. I believe it is our substance and sensuality that plays probably the biggest role into what makes us such a remarkable species.
I think the poem Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou best describes the traits that epitomise our womanhood:
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 steps 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 of 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. So women out there be proud, stand tall, live out your fantasies, have no regrets and just love being who you are: A woman of substance, strength and humility.