Slowly

 Slowly, I’ve learned that not all friendships feel like home.

Some feel like comparison.
Some feel like silence when you need cheering.
Some feel like shrinking to fit into a space that never really welcomed you.

But then there are the women who walk into your life and make you feel like you’ve been seen for the very first time.
No jealousy. No weird tension. No pretending.

Just real, deep, soul-level love.
The kind of love that says
“I’m so proud of you”
when no one else claps.
The kind of love that celebrates you
even when they’re struggling.
The kind of love that shows up
just because they want to remind you you’re not alone.

Every woman deserves that kind of friendship.
Not the ones that keep score.
Not the ones that only love you when it’s convenient.
But the ones that say
I see your heart.
I believe in your dream.
And I’m not going anywhere.