
I may offend some of the Starbucks fanatics with this one, but it needs to be said. Now, before you get your venti iced caramel macchiato in a bunch, just hear me out.
There’s something extremely powerful that happens when women come together to help each other. I’m not talking about just joining hands and singing “Kumbaya My Lord” over a campfire with chips and guac (although the pseudo-yogi in me is down for that too). I’m talking about the unbiased gems that are dropped for the sole purpose of making sure “she” is better because of her interaction with you.