Girlfriends' Day -2025

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 I spoke with my friend today (if you ever read this, just know that I had a great time catching up). He was talking about a friend of his and how her personality affected the way their relationship unfolded. I think it was such a fitting conversation for Girlfriend’s Day.

As I thought about the conversation, my heart started to bleed for the girls. Girls, in general, as we navigate this world. We create different versions of ourselves to stay sane in this world, to keep up not with trends or what’s in vogue, but to survive and maintain our sanity in a world where people see us as conquests and playthings, a means to an end. 

My heart bled for all those versions;

The one that people have treated in ways that have damaged the people they could have been

The versions of ourselves that we will never get to experience again, because people forced us to bury those versions

The versions of ourselves that we gave to people, because only them could have handled it

The versions of ourselves that we miss but can never have back

The versions of ourselves that people will never get to experience because people mishandled that version

The versions of ourselves that we only go to for comfort because a tough world demands a tough girl.

The versions of ourselves that we lost to become who we are now

But we're here now, alive and moving despite it all, and right now, that's all that matters.

Happy Girlfriends' Day, my babes!

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