Growing up, I always wanted the kind of friendships that I saw girls in my classes have and girls in the movies flourish with. I always wanted someone I could share clothes with and do the stereotypical ‘boy talk’ as we giggled at my house over snacks in a movie. And as it often does, life did not follow my script. I didn’t get a friend to have fun with, and I didn’t have a person to confide in. Instead, I had acquaIntances and other people’s friendships to keep me company.

However, I am proud to say that today I have become blessed with a best friend. She is there for me when I need her and always threatens to beat up the boys that do me wrong. She buys me food, touches my butt, shares my clothes, and texts me when we’re both peeing at the same time. She adds people on social medias when I need to stalk, and we have a matching tattoo. She is my person, and I am hers.

So now I get to thank you.

Thank you for saving me when I was at a low point in my life and bit rock bottom. You brought me out of my shell and helped me learn what it means to be truly happy and to let my smile shine. Sometimes, I doubt I would be alive without you at my side.

Thank you for helping me find who I truly am. For the longest time, I hated being a girl. I wore baggy jeans, white tennis shoes and big t-shirts to hide my frame and my figure. Today, I can honestly say that I would rather wear a nice top that catches my personality and a pair of hip-hugging jeans than baggy pants that fall and won’t stay up. I also appreciate my makeup collection and hair straighteners a little more... Thanks a lot!

Lastly, thank you for being the sister I never had and the best addition to my family yet. You’re there to catch me when I fall over and over again and don’t judge me. My mother and father appreciate your company, and you love them as your own, just as they love you. You’re there for my brothers just as much as you are there for your own, and if that doesn’t say something big, then nothing will. You’re even willing to marry my little brother!

You’re the perfect crazy to my sane… Or is it the other way around?