We Are Fabulous

This is our space — for the honest conversations, the real stories, and everything women carry but rarely say out loud. No scripts. No filters. Just us, and everything we've lived through together.

Mia & Tina — two women, sixteen years of friendship, and a lot still to say.

Tina is not someone who makes a lot of noise. She doesn’t seek attention or broadcast what she knows. She’s the kind of person you have to pay attention to — and when you do, you realise she’s been noticing everything all along.She has an eye. A genuine one. She can walk into your wardrobe and find you in it — the version of you that maybe you’d buried under the wrong choices and the wrong decade. I can put a scarf on and look like I’m suffering — and then she comes, adjusts it with one touch, and suddenly it looks like a beautiful accessory. She’s the one who got me to finally take care of my skin properly. Who sent me to do my nails for the first time, with a nudge that was gentle but basically non-negotiable.

Why We Are Fabulous exists

For years, we talked about having something together. A shop, a café, a bakery — something with our hands, something that held both of us. Every idea I had, I brought to Tina first. Every time, without fail, she was in.We Are Fabulous is the version of that dream that finally happened — not a storefront, but a space. A space where two real women sit down every week and talk. Without scripts, without performing expertise we don’t actually have. Just two women who have known each other for sixteen years, talking honestly about the things that matter: life after 40, beauty, friendship, the things we’ve survived, the things that still make us laugh until we cry.

We have so much more to share. So many dreams still to live. And we want to do it out loud, with you.

This is not a blog about having it all figured out. It’s a space where two real women tell real stories — the painful ones, the joyful ones, the ones we’re still living. We talk so that maybe, somewhere in our words, you feel a little less alone in yours. And maybe a little more gentle with yourself as a human.

We are Mia and Tina. We have been fabulous together for sixteen years. And honestly, we’re just getting warmed up.

With love,

Mia B - As A Woman

It was March. A Sunday morning, 3 o’clock. A bus was waiting to take a group of us to the capital for a training with a bank that had just opened its first branch in our town. I didn’t know anyone. Tina didn’t know me. We were both slightly nervous, slightly tired, and completely unsure of what the next few days would look like.Somewhere on that drive — I couldn’t tell you exactly when — we started talking. And then we didn’t stop.That was 2010. Sixteen years ago.

I want to be clear about something, because “best friend” has become a word we throw around a lot. We say it about people we like, people we brunch with, people who are genuinely nice to us. And those friendships matter. But what I’m describing with Tina is something else.With Tina, I have never had to be careful. I’ve never managed myself, softened my edges, or apologised for taking up too much emotional space. No masks, no expectations, no judgment.When I go into a spiral of self-blame — a relationship that didn’t work, an apology I didn’t owe, a fear that took hold at 2am — she comes with what I can only describe as a clean napkin. She doesn’t dramatise it. She doesn’t add to it. She just quietly clears the bruises on my inner child and says: You know yourself. This is not who you are. Things will pass. And somehow, in that calm, it does.

“She sees me the way I forget to see myself — and she’s been doing it for sixteen years.”

That’s the kind of friendship this is. I would — and I have — grabbed a bus and traveled all night just to show up and make her smile. Not because it was expected. Because when you feel the person and you can’t wait to see the smile on her face of being surprised, when you genuinely want to turn the world around just to bring her one evening of joy — a night bus is nothing.She’s done the same for me. She never left my hand. Not through the hard moments, not through the rebuilding, not through the distance that now separates us. She was just there.

"We met at 3am at a bus station. We haven't stopped talking since."

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