This week I'm so, so very grateful for 'the girls'.
Unfortunately I don't mean those 'girls'.
Underwhelming, deflating, mis-shapen, disaster zone are a few endearing phrases that come to mind when reflecting upon those puppies.
No, the girls I'm referring to are anything but disappointing.
In my eyes, they haven't suffered any wear and tear at the hands of age, gravity, pregnancy or breastfeeding.
They've blossomed through all that jazz and have come out even more fabulous than before.
The 'girls' I have been well endowed with are the beautiful women in my life who are more supportive than Dolly's own Playtex.
I'm beyond blessed with the girls who 'get' me - yet, strangely have stuck around. There are a bunch of wonder women in my life who are an endless source of love and laughs. I can happily blame a large proportion of my not-so-fine lines on these moles!!
I honestly don't know where I'd be without such a beautiful network of inspiring, understanding, generous, caring and damn funny women to bounce off, laugh/snort with and cry to.
Grateful doesn't even begin to describe it - but it's a start.