When I was younger, I loved the “Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants”.
It reminded me of my friends and I’s deep bond, even though we haven’t been friends nearly that long.
I used to identify with Carmen, the writer, the dreamer, the one who struggled with her weight and loved her mother so much.
But today, when watching the movies, I realized I now identify with Bridget. I just keep pushing and pushing and ignoring the bumps and potholes in the road. Thinking if I drive fast enough they can’t stop me.
And I just want to push push push further.
“Single-minded to the point of recklessness.”
Keep going. Keep driving.
They can’t see the flaws if you don’t let them close. Flaws can’t be seen from far away.
Don’t let any of them see.