I grew up in a world that threw around words like “catty, two-faced, and clicky” as facts. Words that described other girls. Always other girls.
The “more guy friends than girls because girls are bitches.” The “girl drama- boys don’t do this”. The “why are girls so dramatic/jealous/fake”.
And we heard it so often we started to believe it. We started to act it out.
Almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Almost like when you condition little girls to grow up in a world not to trust other little girls – they listen.
So we listened.
So I listened.
This wasn’t an accident.
There was no mistake in teaching women to fear other women. To hold each other down. To speak unkind words into each other and call it real talk.
Sisterhood is powerful. Too powerful. It creates radical women who believe in radical belonging and radical change to get there.
The status quo doesn’t appreciate radical.
But the women in my life do.
They show up for one another. Sometimes it’s a box of crackers and a can of soup on a doorstep. Sometimes it’s a quick text to say hello, I appreciate you. Other times it’s a hug, shared tears, and a laugh. It’s a “how are you REALLY?” and a “how can I support you?” It’s never hesitating to speak their gifts into the ears of others.
And there’s something truly magical about that. To be surrounded by women who build their accomplishments into ladders others may rise upon. The trailblazers who always leave paths wider than they were given. The matriarchs who see community as its own success not merely a networking event.
The sisterhood of sisterhood.
Now raising two little girls of my own I’m declaring this the year of the sisterhood. The years of sisterhood.
They will only hear words of praise and adoration for the women I know and do not know. The women who trail threads everywhere they go for others to follow. The women who love other women. The women’s woman. In all their humanness.
For in my own year of sisterhood I’ve learned that the most powerful force is women who truly believe in each other, and the most profound lie that there isn’t one.
And if I’m going to raise little girls, this is going to be future I must manifest.This is the self-fulfilling prophecy we will create.
This is the radical change we’ve been waiting for.