The Strange Comfort of Female Friendships

There’s something strangely magical about meeting your old girlfriends after years. Not months. Not a casual catch-up after a busy week. Years!

Years of life happening in between – careers, heartbreaks, marriages, divorces, children, responsibilities, health scares, therapy sessions, existential crises, changing bodies, changing priorities and somewhere in between all of that… us changing too.

And yet, when I met my girlfriends from school recently, something beautiful happened. Within minutes, we were no longer women in our late thirties trying to manage adult life.

We were girls again!

A bunch of cackling kids pulling each other’s legs, laughing loudly, gossiping shamelessly, interrupting each other mid-sentence, sharing stories, teasing one another about old crushes and school memories that somehow still lived vividly inside us. For a few hours, life felt lighter. And perhaps that’s the power of female friendships.

They have this incredible ability to return you to yourself.

Somewhere in the middle of conversations about careers, relationships, ageing parents, emotional exhaustion, changing hormones, fluctuating periods, body image struggles, sleep issues, metabolism changes, and the sheer confusion of entering a different phase of womanhood, I realised something that none of us wanted: solutions that day.

We just wanted each other. We wanted to feel understood, seen, normal, less alone.

And maybe that is what female friendships truly offer us, a space where we can simply be ourselves minus the duties, roles and responsibilities.

We seldom realise that as women, we spend so much of our lives holding things together.

We are daughters, professionals, wives, mothers, caregivers, nurturers, emotional managers, planners, fixers. We are constantly responding to life and to people, and somewhere in between all of that, many women quietly lose spaces where they themselves get to soften. Female friendships often become that space. The place where you don’t have to explain yourself too much because someone simply “gets it.” The place where you can say, “My periods have suddenly become weird,” or “I don’t feel like myself lately,”
or “I’m exhausted, and I don’t even know why,” and instead of judgment or fixing, you’re met with “Same!” and it feels so liberating to know that you’re not going cookoo in your head! And honestly, that one word can feel deeply healing because so much of adulthood can feel isolating, especially for women.

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No one really prepares you for how much your thirties and forties shift things internally. Your body changes. Your energy changes. Your friendships change. Your relationships evolve. Your priorities rearrange themselves. Some dreams come true while others quietly fall apart, and through all of this, female friendships become mirrors; the kind that remind you, “You are not the only one struggling”, and that reminder matters more than we realise.

There’s also something deeply regulating about being around women who have known different versions of you.

The teenage you.

The awkward you.

The heartbroken you.

The ambitious you.

The insecure you.

The evolving you.

In a world where we constantly feel pressured to reinvent ourselves, female friendships often hold continuity. They remind us that we are allowed to grow and remain ourselves.

And perhaps that’s why reconnecting with old friends can feel so emotional, because somewhere, hidden beneath adult responsibilities, the younger parts of us are still alive.

The parts that are still laughing at ridiculous jokes, that still want connection, belonging. The ones that want  to feel chosen and loved without having to earn it. I think what touched me the most during our meeting was how quickly vulnerability slipped into the room.

One moment, we were laughing uncontrollably about school incidents, and the next moment, we were discussing anxiety, ageing, changing bodies, fears around health, emotional exhaustion, loneliness, marriages, purpose, and also how life had not unfolded in some ways exactly the way any of us had imagined and strangely enough, there was comfort in that honesty. No one was pretending to have it all figured out. No one was trying to look perfect. There was relief in collectively admitting that adulting is hard. And maybe that’s another gift female friendships offer us – permission. Permission to be messy, to not have answers, to complain about our bodies one minute and celebrate them the next, to be wise and childish at the same time and permission to evolve.

Female friendships also hold a kind of emotional intimacy that is difficult to explain unless you’ve experienced it.

Women have this incredible ability to emotionally hold each other through life’s transitions.

Sometimes through words, sometimes through humour, through silent understanding and sometimes simply through presence and sharing. A friend saying, “Come, let’s get coffee,” can at times feel more therapeutic than a hundred motivational quotes!

And no, female friendships are not always perfect.

Women can hurt each other, too. There can be comparisons, distance, misunderstandings, jealousy, and emotional drift. But healthy female friendships, the ones rooted in emotional safety, mutual respect, warmth, humour, and honesty, can become deeply nourishing spaces.

Spaces where women get to exhale. And perhaps in a world that constantly tells women to compete, compare, shrink, over-perform, and carry everything gracefully, female friendships quietly become acts of resistance.

They remind us to sit down, laugh loudly, share honestly, cry openly, eat the damn dessert, talk about hormones, discuss heartbreaks, celebrate wins and even mourn losses.

And most importantly, remind one another that we do not have to go through life alone.

As I sat there looking at my friends, women I’ve known since school, I realised something beautiful: time had changed all of us, but somewhere underneath the careers, responsibilities, fine lines, emotional wounds, maturity, and changing bodies, the girls within us were still waiting to be met.

And that is the real power of female friendships. They don’t just help us survive adulthood. They help us remember who we were before the world became so heavy.