"In March of 2012, with the help of my friends, I decorated invitation after invitation with more glitter and bows than my fingers knew how to tie. Over forty women showed up that night in comfy slippers and pillows ready for some "girl talk."Feeling extremely nervous and excited all at the same time, I began to share my story. I told the girls about the guy I continued to be crazy about even though he made me feel worthless. I told them about my best friend who abandoned me for a new set of friends. I told them about the moments in the morning when I would wake up, look in the mirror, and desperately wish I had someone else's skin. I shared with them my pain, my rejection, my utter unloveability...and I also shared my happiness. The deep peace I had at knowing I am infinitely cherished. At the end of the night, I sat back with the same feeling of exhaustion and satisfaction you get after finishing a term paper--I thought it was over. But before my residents left, they all asked me, 'So, Julie...when's the next one?'"