I have been thinking a lot about friendship lately. About those friendships that us women have with women. The true, real and dirty friendships.
The ones where those that reside in that tight inner circle see us and all of our parts.
Our truly true selves. Vulnerable. Naked (both figuratively and physically).
They see us at our worst. When we have broken down and are lying on the floor without a hope in the world. They know when to allow us to break down. To cry. To let it all out.
And they know when to set us straight. To deliver us some hard truths that only these true friendships are capable of. Delivering truths knowing that the words will not sting but that they will be felt with the best intentions of kindness, love and reality.
And they see us at our best. When our worlds are full of joy.
They know us. They know what brings us the absolute, most happiness.
At times they may know us even better than ourselves. These women. The ones that reside in our inner circle.
And while sometimes this inner circle alters. Sometime it’s shape grows or shrinks. Sometimes it’s members swap...
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