Kick Ass Mom of the Week: Michelle Obama

Michelle Obama is the kind of woman that EVERY person on the planet looks up to. I don't care who you are or where you're from. It's universally acknowledged that Michelle Obama is a freakin' bad ass, total babe, brilliant and can probably beat anybody up.

She went to Princeton and Harvard where she slayed, then onto a law firm where she met her husband. Through she wasn't super keen on allowing the universe into their private life, she jumped on board and helped him get elected President. Also, Barack is nutso bonkers for his wife. Like, so into her, it's the sweetest thing ever! Check these pics of them being adorbs.

I mean, shut up with this, right?! So cute! Can you picture Melania and whatshisname being all snugly like this without bile rising up in your throat? Yeah, me neither. Gross.

Sure Michelle is known for her insane biceps:

...which are very impressive. However she is also known as powerful voice for women's equality, a fighter for LGBTQ rights, and upon meeting the Queen of England hugging her, giving no shits about "proper protocol", which is so baller, and is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to her kick ass-ery.

And throughout all of this insanity she made a promise to keep her daughters grounded by helping them not because weirdo shut in White House kids. She talks all about it in this Babble article that you can read here.

Sigh...what a dream girl! And a perfect Kick Ass Mom of the Week!

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