There’s a kind of sisterhood

 There’s a kind of sisterhood that doesn’t need words.

It’s the nod you give to the mom with the screaming toddler in the grocery store.
The glance you share with the woman walking alone at night just to let her know she’s not invisible.
It’s locking eyes with a stranger across the room and thinking
I see you. I know that look. I’ve worn it too.

It’s in the smile exchanged in the bathroom mirror after crying in the stall.
It’s in the silent support passed between women when the world expects us to stay quiet.

We carry each other with glances.
With small sacred moments.
With unspoken understanding that only we know.

Because sometimes being a woman means
speaking a whole language
with your eyes
when your voice has had to be quiet for too long.

And that sisterhood
it’s one of the most powerful things we’ve got.