Sisters Through It All (Even When the Side-Eye Is Real)

Let’s be honest, sisterhood is sacred, and sometimes just a little spicy.

It’s not always soft-focus selfies and perfectly curated brunches. Sometimes, it’s group chats that go silent for a week. Sometimes, it’s side-eyes across the room or long texts with all the punctuation missing (you know that means someone’s feelings were involved).

Still, we come back. Still, we show up. Still, we pray. Because that’s the thing about being sisters, by blood, by spirit, by chosen family, it’s not about being perfect. It’s about being present.

Sometimes we laugh until our stomachs hurt.
Other times we cry on each other’s couches while trying not to let the kids hear. We’ve celebrated promotions and prayed through heartbreak. We’ve clapped for each other’s glow-ups while also being honest about the things that still need healing.

And yes, we’ve given each other that look. The side-eye that says, “Girl, I love you… but I’m watching you.” Or, “I heard what you said, but I’m not co-signing that foolishness.” Or even just, “You lucky I’m saved.”

Behind every side-eye is a deep sigh that says, you matter to me.
Behind every disagreement is a connection that refuses to dissolve.
Behind every tough love moment is a real love that doesn’t quit.

That’s the divine mystery of sisterhood. It stretches. It bruises. It jokes and jabs and heals itself in prayer, in laughter, in time.

Sisterhood is ancestral. It’s the hush of the aunties in the kitchen. It’s the look across the room that says, “Don’t say that in front of Mama.” It’s the prayer circle before the interview, the job, the surgery, the baby. It’s the late-night, no-makeup, bonnet-on FaceTime calls where we tell each other, You’re doing better than you think.

We may go silent sometimes, but we never leave each other completely. We may argue over the tone in a text or the truth in a conversation, but we still show up when life knocks one of us down. Even when we don’t have the right words, we send the meme, the song, the scripture, the cash app. Because love always finds a way back in.

As Alice Walker once said, “We are the ones we have been waiting for.”
She meant it politically, spiritually, collectively, but it’s true in sisterhood, too. When the world forgets us, we remember each other. When everything else feels too heavy, we lift one another. We are the answer. We are the balm. We are the backup plan and the blessing.

Let me say this loud for the folks in the back:
We’re not always soft, but we are solid.
We’re not always easy, but we are essential.

Being a sister means carrying both grace and accountability. It means making space for joy and growth. It means knowing that someone’s got you even when they’re mad at you.

Here’s to the sisters who roll their eyes but still ride. To the ones who won’t let you give up on yourself. To the ones who pray even when they’re pissed. To the ones who know your whole story and still choose you.

We are holy. We are hilarious. We are petty with a purpose and faithful with fire. We wouldn’t have it any other way.