When Brianna Holt started to lose touch with her best friend Marta she was about to let the friendship die. Instead they tried seeing a therapist together
I met Marta in 2016, when we were both working at a clothing store for teenagers in Dallas, Texas, and quickly realized we had a lot more in common than being the only two Black girls on staff. When our manager pushed all the women on staff to wear their hair straight, Marta and I would conspire to show up with our hair curly, in its natural state. We called ourselves radicals.
Our friendship remained strong when we were living in the same city, and when we weren’t. We shared family holidays; we traveled together to Europe. I made more memories with Marta than I had with any significant other.