Outside of Tiffany Haddish making me laugh until my side hurt, Lorenz Tate epitomizing why ‘black don’t crack’ and how we absolutely age like fine wine, only getting better with time, the movie, Girls Trip, reminded me of the sisterhood I’ve desired and always wanted.
Growing up I had no older siblings. I was the only child for nine years and then my mother had my baby brother. I didn’t have any girl cousins who were my age and defaulted as automatic best friends for life. It was just me.
I could never say I grew up with a group of people since childhood because I moved around so much as a military kid, and being the new kid didn’t always work out in my favor.
Throughout high school and college I realized how much of a loner I really was. I didn’t migrate toward any one particular group or persons and I always seemed to do my own thing. But in the back of my head, I desired the “Flossy Posse.”
I desired a group of women who were my go-tos whenever and wherever. I wanted someone to know my dark secrets, cry with me during break ups, and then be prepared to beat him down if we saw him with another chick. I wanted automatic brides maids that would hold me down and throw the bomb bachelorette party; girls that always had my back and I had theirs. I wanted cool necklaces to rock and a dance routine to do in the club too!
But before I could begin to wallow in a pity party or regret my life’s path, God reminded me that, although I didn’t have a set group of friends growing up, I did develop individual friendships with people who were my “posse” in various seasons of my life.
I remember a friend picking me up off of the floor of my apartment when I found out my first boyfriend cheated on me. I remember traveling to Miami for Spring Break with a friend from college and that same friend going to Atlantic City with me to help me get over yet another heart break years later. I’ve had friends help me out financially when my checking and savings just didn’t add up, and simply being a listening ear when life’s burdens got to be too much.
And It happened quite randomly during my 30th birthday trip to Las Vegas, God gave me my “Flossy Posse.” We called ourselves “The B.A.E.S.” (I forget what the acronym meant!)
I invited four friends that I knew from church to celebrate my birthday in Vegas. It was a time I’ll never forget. And some parts, I really just don’t remember! But that’s just how much fun we had! Church girls can have fun too!
We didn’t necessarily hang out as a group before that time, but after Vegas, we kind of just stuck. You can say Vegas brought us together, like New Orleans did for the ladies in the movie. We even attempted to do a YouTube talk show discussing our friendship and how we actually would never have been a group of friends outside of the Vegas trip! We’re just all so different.
But we now have stories to tell, memories to recall, and sayings to repeat at random, yet appropriate times in particular situations. We’ve had disagreements and fights, periods of time where we didn’t talk or hang out, but they are my sisters. Sisterhood is not something that can be coerced or forced, faked or manipulated, its organic and it truly is God.
God gives you what you need when you need it, especially family and friends. I’m grateful for my “Flossy Posse” that came later on in life, but they truly came right on time!