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Having now reached my mid-forties, I am still plagued by a pervasive question that I've yet to resolve... whether I'm ever going to have a best friend.
Is this a mid-life crisis, existential angst, or self-indulgent, immature pondering more suited to my teenage daughters?
This question has rattled around the back of my mind for years. It has been on my to-do-list, along with finding a hobby, reading more books (or even just one book will do), and starting an exercise regime I'm likely to stick to.
It's like having a tiny stone stuck inside your shoe. You can get on with things and hardly give it a second thought when life is busy and distracting, but in the stillness, when I sit with my thoughts, that tiny piece of gravel feels like an all-encompassing boulder grating against my toe.
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While they blame social media and Instagram in particular for portraying filtered, unrealistic body goals for young women, there is a similar narrative regarding female friendship.