What Real Sisterhood Is—And What It Isn’t

Real sisterhood is not about always agreeing to keep the peace.

Someone recently called me fake for promoting sisterhood—because I didn’t stand with a choice she made. A choice that, to me, felt toxic and out of alignment with the values I hold close.

That moment hurt. Deeply.

But it also brought something into focus that I want to name, clearly and unapologetically:

Real sisterhood is not about always agreeing.
It’s not about saying yes just to keep the peace.
And it’s definitely not about enabling behavior that causes harm.

Real sisterhood is rooted in honesty. In accountability. In love that tells the truth—even when it shakes things up.

Sometimes that means having hard conversations.
Sometimes that means setting firm boundaries.
Sometimes it means making decisions that feel heartbreaking—knowing you may lose someone you care about, or be misunderstood by people who haven’t walked in your shoes.

But here’s the truth: choosing what is real over what is comfortable is an act of integrity. And in the long run, that’s what strengthens sisterhood—not weakens it.

Being a stand for true sisterhood doesn’t mean we never say no.
It means we have the courage to say:
“I see you. I love you. And this choice you’re making doesn’t align with what we’re building here.”

Sometimes we have to ask someone to step away—not as a punishment, not as rejection—but as an invitation.
An invitation to pause. To reflect. To grow.

It doesn’t mean we’ve left a sister behind. It means we’re honoring the work that still needs to be done.

Sisterhood isn’t blind loyalty. It’s mutual respect.
It’s the ability to hold each other accountable and still hold space for love.
It’s being strong enough to say “this doesn’t feel safe for me” and tender enough to say “I hope you find your healing.”
It’s not perfection. It’s not performance.
It’s showing up with real presence—even when it’s messy and painful.

I will always stand for a sisterhood that’s honest. That’s clean. That makes room for truth-telling, boundary-setting, and brave conversations.

Because if we’re not being real with each other—what are we even doing?

Real sisterhood doesn’t crumble when things get hard.
It transforms through the fire.
And comes out clearer, stronger, and more rooted in truth.

That’s the kind of sisterhood I believe in.
And that’s the kind I’ll continue to build—one brave, messy, honest moment at a time.