Girlfrans

Sometimes life reminds me of the beauty of girlfriends, friends with long legs and short legs, blond hair and red hair, girls who live in New York City and girls who live in small towns in South Dakota. This tribe of mine, my girl gang, lifts me up on bad days the way that we did when we were young at sleepovers chanting "light as a feather, stiff as a board." When I feel like I'm drowning, they miraculously help keep me afloat. My gaggle of girls make up for the guys of this city who make me feel angry, insecure, and unlovable. My girls make me feel so lovable. This week I was so thankful for them, for my "stone cold pack of weirdos" that heard me out and loved me up.


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