We all have one friend that holds the oh-so-prestigious title of being the best friend. We may not be able to explain exactly what it is that makes them so fit for the job, but they do it better than anyone else could. Whether it’s the late-night talks, the spontaneous road trips, or the weekly Chinese food dates, our best friends truly are the real MVPs.
So, why is my best friend my best friend? I can come up with a couple of reasons...
She helps me handle my fashion dilemmas
My best friend is my go-to when it comes to fashion advice. When I have a big date, she picks out my shoes. When I'm shopping for formal, she judges the dresses. And on the days that I’m looking a little too ratchet for class, she’ll lock me in my room until I change. My best friend serves as the ultimate critic because at the end of the day, who else would be honest enough to tell me I look terrible in purple?
She listens to all my boy drama
A new emergency every week, my best friend sits around with her face buried in her hands as she listens to my recurring boy issues. Taking it all in, she gives me the best advice, no matter how similar the situation was to the last. After all, she does come up with half of the witty responses I send to the boys I like (thanks for that).
She protects me
My best friend was there on the day that girls from school discovered the anonymous button, she was there the day that the first rumor was ever started about me, and she’s here with me today as boys continue to take an “L” in the chivalry department.
She helps me with school
Real talk, thanks for doing my trig homework for a solid year in high school. My best friend never disappoints when it comes to editing my papers, helping me study for tests, and reminding me of all the assignments I have due at midnight.
She always covers for me
Telling my teacher I was at the nurse when I left to go get a burrito, signing numerous attendance checks on behalf of my absence, and continuously reassuring my parents that I was back at her house before midnight, my best friend never fails to have my back when I need a favor (or 12).
She pays for me when I’m short on cash
The amount of money my best friend must have spent on me by now is a little disconcerting, but you won’t find me complaining. From picking up the tab because I forgot my wallet, to paying for gas because I accidentally spent all my money on a scarf, my best friend’s bank account has been severely affected by my absent-mindedness.
Lastly, she accepts me for who I am
I don’t know how she does it, or why she does it, but my best friend looks past all my flaws and loves me anyway. I always know that whenever I’m with her, I can be my complete self, because no matter what weird tendencies, addictions, or insecurities I have, she’ll always look past them. That's why she is my best friend.
