I have a group of girlfriends that keep me bare-to-the-bones honest and real. They celebrate my victories, grieve with me in my pain, and call me back to reality when I get too big for my britches. I love that they keep me honest and real, that they love me in spite of failings, that they bolster me up when I need it, and that they love me--the real me, the one I try to hide behind a plastic mask. They hold me accountable for being the me I was created to be.
And it is in this truth that we all grow.
Thank you, girls. You are beautiful. And I love you!
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