They remind you of your strengths, your beauty and your promise.
They will flat-out stalk someone for you.
You’re never going to be homeless.
Your secrets are safe, even when they’re pissed.
They cut cheese and put out crackers, light the candles and pour the wine when you call in tears to tell them that the guy who wasn’t ready for a girlfriend now has a girlfriend.
They call in sick to spend the day getting mani’s and pedi’s to cheer you up.
They scour their closet to find you the “perfect dress”.
They hate him when you hate him and are nice to him when you ask them to be.
They share their clothes, their food, their derm, their holidays, their flat irons and their mother’s with you.
If a guy you’re dating hits on them, he’s as good as dead.
They invite you to everything (and really hope you come).
They wish you luck before every date.
They sponsor you through the “don’t call him” period.
If you break down and call him (again) and things don’t go so well (again) you’re not a fool, but he’s still a d-bag.
They assume they are seeing you this weekend.
They don’t judge you, they guide you, and will listen to the same story time and again.
They don’t only call you back, they have your back.
They can be mad at you, but if someone is mean to you while they’re mad at you, someone is still going down.
They would never post a bad photo of you. Hell, they’ll photoshop your photos.
They have the ability to add hilarity into any moment.
They make “walk and talks” memorable moments.
They don’t “make you wait” for reply texts. Ever.
If there’s a hurricane warning, they invite you and your dog to their place to “lay in bed and eat ice cream and watch movies” all weekend.
They never become strangers, regardless of how long its been since you’ve talked.
They are your platonic soul mates.
Mine are blessings. I Love you, ladies.