Sisters

Girl 1: It’s like being able to think with the other 90% of your brain.

Girl 2: It’s the green of jealousy, the blue of love, the red of nail polish spilled on the floor.

Girl 3: It’s like having a trust fund of love.

Girl 1: It’s wanting to scream when they just won’t leave you alone

Girl 2: It’s an alliance system.

Girls 3: It’s like having an extra set of eyes, to understand and see things you couldn’t bare alone.

Girl 1: It’s the constant frustration of wondering whose closet swallowed your favorite t-shirt.

Girl 2: It’s the joy of sneaking into the kitchen and eating cookies together at 3:00 in the morning.

Girl 3: It’s the fear of being the “fat one.”

Girl 1: It’s the shared frustration that mom and dad love her (points to 2) most.

Girl 2: It’s driving with the windows down, belting Taylor swift.
Girl 3: It’s holding the others when they cry, knowing they would do the same for you.

Girl 1: It’s creating a wall of defense against the policies of reasonable, worried adults.

Girl 3: It’s having a live-in fashion consultant.

Girl 2: It’s someone who will let you know when you’ve done something dumb.

Girl 3: It’s seeing your hair, mannerisms, eye lashes, on someone else.

Girl 1: It’s constantly cursing all the good genes that seemed to skip you.

Girl 2: It’s shared memories of yellow bathtubs and animal shaped sponges.

Girl 3: It’s joy of knowing that these friends won’t escape, won’t be lost into the ether. These ones will be there.

Girl 1: sisters