![]() ![]() ![]() It’s body parts shocked with new blood flow.” Meredith teaches Tate that healing is pain, “not warm lights and lavender pillows. “My life was a friendship graveyard,” she writes. In other parlance, she’s been a men-before-friends kind of gal, with a mean girl streak, until someone suggests that she’ll never progress in her recovery from both disordered eating and alcoholic codependency until she masters intimacy with women friends. Tate mines her past, from childhood on, as a “ruthless social climber who sought emotional security by elbowing out” girls who got in the way of friendships she deemed worthy, and as a woman who prized romantic relationships above friendship. This ultimately happens by way of finding, and then losing to cancer (not a spoiler - it’s on the first page), her first nontoxic friendship. But what about a woman who struggles with those girlfriend relationships, who finds them both necessary and confounding, and craves connection but finds conflict?Ĭhristie Tate is such a woman, and her memoir, “B.F.F.,” chronicles her endeavor to overcome her lifelong inability to maintain healthy friendships. ![]() ![]() Never trust a woman with no girlfriends, goes an old adage. B.F.F.: A Memoir of Friendship Lost and Found, by Christie Tate ![]()
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