The "having two older brothers" club is fun when you're an adult, but it's the worst when you're growing up.

I spent some time in the car this weekend with a friend of a friend and we bonded over one specific fact of both of our lives, we are little sisters of two older brothers.

We agreed it was a special "club" that sucks to be in as a child.

Older brothers are great when you're adult and you need financial advice, you want to run something by them before talking to your parents and when they have adorable children that you can hang out with whenever you'd like.

But, growing up, it's the worst. Here are seven reason why:

  1. No one lets you win at anything. I mean ANYTHING. You'd think being a little girl someone would let you win once in a while since you were adorable, but nope. You lose, then you lose again, then again and when you're finally going to win, your brothers just say the game is over and leave the room.
  2. The fights you have are extremely physical. Sisters yell, scream, maybe flail their arms at each other... brothers punch you. Sit on you. Break yardsticks on your back in the closet... just me?
  3. Your basement smells like a locker room. My brothers lived in our basement for a few years but even before that was true, our basement smelled terrible. Boy sweat lingers for years.
  4. Borrowing your siblings clothes is only appropriate for pajamas and sports practice. While your friends with older sister got to borrow cute dresses and shoes, you are stuck with a green Nike t-shirt that has a hole in the armpit.
  5. You must teach yourself how to do your hair and make-up. And it will take until you're 22 for you to figure it out.
  6. You learn how to eat triple cheeseburgers and ridiculous amounts of french fries without knowing you probably shouldn't. Growing boys need two sandwiches for lunch and two dinners to make sure they don't starve at bedtime. 11-year-old girls don't actually need to eat that much, but they will so they "fit in" with the boys.
  7. You miss out on girly TV shows and movies. I still don't know who Jem and the Holograms are, and I can never remember which movie is Pretty in Pink and which is Sixteen Candles. But I have TopGun almost memorized.

I promise I love my brothers now. I'm way stronger, sportier and better at handling difficult situations because of them, but seven year old Michelle didn't feel the same.

The weird thing is, if I ever had a daughter, I really hope she has at least one older brother!

 

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