I am a woman. I'm surrounded with women. My sisters, my friends. Net of subtle connections, knowing looks, gestures that explain lot more then words. But also words: written, outspoken, shown with grimaces, kept for themselves. Gallons of coffee, tea, beer, wine; tons of chocolate, cakes, pizzas, etc. Hours spend on talking instead of sleeping, discussions about life and guys till the dawn. Best advices on shopping. Twinkle in eyes for the same dress/pair of shoes/memory/boy. Certainty of the "I know what you mean". Silent solidarity of ovaries. Lipsticks, dreams, high heels, constant diet. Understanding that the hug can save a life. Distinguishing which tears are from happiness and which from sadness. Walking encyclopedia of little and huge worries. Consternation in front of the wardrobe. Little girl inside. BFF, DFTBA, PMS. Endless relations,look, soul and life repairs. Wanting simple things, being complicated.
"O-oh girls just wanna have fun"
* If you're a guy you may not understand over half of this post.
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