The power of female friendships (with the right gals) rocks.
We cry together when we are sad and dying deep in emotional pain.
We cry when seeing the pain on each other’s faces feeling it in our body like it’s our own.
We cry when we talk about the suffering and injustice of the world because we are compassionate, loving beings who believe in the value of humanity, peace and righteousness.
We laugh at one another’s sudden dumb moments (because we know we are smart 99% of the time).
We laugh at ourselves when being insane and ridiculous (we get crazy sometimes but that’s allowed every once in a while).
We laugh at each other’ jokes because we are hilarious (especially the inappropriate jokes for society’s standard for being women but who the hell cares… they are funny).
We laugh at asshole, idiot men (of course we do… because men can be asshole idiots. Not sorry guys).
We hug each other in praises of encouragement and give high-fives when we rock it.
We hug each other when a loving touch is needed to mend a broken heart and when we just…need a hug.
We give advice even when it’s not wanted because we want what’s best for our friends.
We ask for advice because we trust each other’s judgement and know we are smart, wise and honest.
We love each other kid’s like they are our own because we are family. The sisterhood friendships go deep in our blood and veins extending to our real blood family.
We almost went to jail that one, crazy night. If we keep it up…we still might…
The Sex and the City girls don’t hold a candle to who we are and our friendship. Hell, we are martial arts who kick, punch, fight, throw, arm bar and choke. Sorry Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte but we are the bad asses.
You listened to me for hours on end ranting, raving, whining, complaining, etc. Then again on the next day, the next week and so on. Ever since high school you never once you told me to shut up giving me what I needed…a trusted ear.
When I was down on my luck deep into emotional hole, a financial hole…hell I was one big, gaping hole, you treated to dinner making me feel special, loved and important.
If I am wearing an outfit I love but makes me look a stuffed Raggedy Ann doll busting at the seams, you tell me truth and to change clothes. Immediately. Now that’s true love.
You believe in me when I don’t. You tell me not to quit when I want to give up. You tell me the truth on how to improve, be better and to thrive.
You got my back, helping me stand straight and tall to move forward with confidence and grace.
You make me feel beautiful when I feel ugly and when my teeth don’t look right. You make me feel like I have a kick ass body even when I’m bloated looking like I’m six months pregnant.
You never judge, condemn or yell at me. But will tell me the hard-cold truth to save me from my mass destruction.
We stand together locking arms holding each other up to be strong, powerful and connected. We make each other feel safe to be who we truly are and to feel beautiful, sexy, hot, smart and fucking awesome.
And I love you all for that.