yes i am the girl
i grew up in a testosterone filled dirty mess.
instead of painting my nails, i played soccer with my brothers.
most of our family nights ended with us wrestling each other.
i didn't always get the girly filled nights.
so when i get invited to one, i'm ecstatic.
most people would think it'd be weird spending a whole night with your ex-boyfriend's sisters,
but it was completely opposite.
they still felt like my sisters.
a dinner filled with some nice girl talk.
walking the mall and hitting every chocolate store.
packing in a ton of chocolate and gummy dinosaurs.
more girl talk.
watching three hours of project runway.
waking up to waffles with whipped cream and strawberries.
even more girl talk.
and confessions of a shopoholic.
once again. another great sleepover.
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