When I was younger, all I wanted was a baby sister. She would be like a little doll, someone I could dress up and boss around as much as I wanted. My wish came true when I was seven-years-old and Olivia was born… but things didn’t go exactly as planned. While I had spent my baby years prancing around in frilly dresses, perfect shoes and dainty hats, Olivia spent hers running around – usually in stained t-shirts and cut-off shorts.
As a little girl, Olivia idolized our brother and wanted to be just like him. Up until she was 15-years-old, she played sports, hated makeup, had no interest in brushing her hair ever and threw a temper tantrum every time my mom tried to get her in a dress. Basically, she was the opposite of me. At first, I was jealous of how much she tried to be like my brother – why didn’t she want to be like me?! But after hearing horror stories from my friends about their own baby sisters (stolen clothes and makeup, following them around, etc.), I was fine with it. My sister and I got along really well and she didn’t take my stuff. It was perfect.
Until things changed.
Once she entered high school, Olivia’s entire tomboy attitude disappeared. She stopped being interested in bugs, quit her soccer team and started favoring cute tops over old tees. She started experimenting with makeup and hogged the bathroom for hours, straightening her hair. In the beginning, I was thrilled to finally have more in common with her… and then she started taking my stuff.
Let me explain something before I continue: my sister is one of the messiest and most irresponsible people I know. She regularly stains, loses or rips her clothes. She has lost or broken at least six cameras in her lifetime. She breaks her cell phone about once a month. She loves wearing cute things and having cool stuff, but that doesn’t mean she cares about the condition these things are in.
Not exactly the kind of person you want borrowing your stuff, right? Right. And so, I was not happy when she started going through my room and taking what she wanted. Although it started out innocently enough with her borrowing a shirt every once in a while, our first huge fight was when she wore my brand new, $120 Juicy Couture sweatshirt without asking. When she sauntered into the house wearing it (with a STAIN on it), I flipped. As I yelled at her, she rolled her eyes and lazily gave it back to me, saying it was “no big deal.”
And so started the first of many, many fights. I am not even kidding when I tell you that my sister treats my room as her own personal store. Since we’re the same size, she regularly borrows my clothes – my favorite items, clothes that still have tags on them and super expensive pieces I don’t want anyone touching. She steals my shoes almost every day, uses my handbags as her own and puts my jewelry on whenever she feels like it. When she’s trying things on, she leaves the pieces she’s not interested in crumpled up in balls on my floor.
She borrows my expensive camera without asking and doesn’t even take the case along with it. She’s taken my MacBook more times than I can count, despite the fact that she has her own Dell laptop sitting in her room. Recently, she started using and abusing my beloved makeup collection – and letting her friends borrow my $50 eyeshadow palettes. Oh, and the day she started driving was the day my car started disappearing. She drives me freakin’ crazy.
The worst part is, Olivia doesn’t even ask if she can take anything – I usually find out she’s wearing my stuff by her pictures on Facebook or when something mysteriously goes missing. Listen, it’s not like I don’t like to share. If she asked me if she could wear something, I’d most likely gladly hand it over. But I can’t tell you how many days I’ve gone to grab a specific shirt or pair of jeans, only to find out she’s already wearing them or has left them at her friends house.
But the truth is, I don’t really hate my little sister at all. Even though we spend hours fighting over her stealing my stuff, that’s the only thing we fight about. We watch Pretty Little Liars together every week and she’s my designated shopping buddy. She’s the person I hang out with late at night when neither of us can sleep and she always goes to get ice cream with me even when she’s not hungry. She’s going away to college at the end of the summer, and I am going to cry like a baby the day she leaves.
But also? I’m going to do a very thorough search through her suitcases. As much as I may love my sister, she isn’t taking any of my stuff to school with her. I’m pretty sure I speak for every big sister when I say little sisters: get out of our closets.
Do you have a little sister? Does she take your stuff? Or are you the little sister who takes your older sister’s things? Tell me in the comments!