Growing up with 3 siblings was a wild ride, but the wildest part of it was having 2 sisters…including my twin.

My twin and I are extremely different. She has red hair, I have blonde, she’s 5′, I’m 5’5″, she was a cheerleader, I played volleyball, the list goes on and on. We never got along that great and yes,  I blame it fully on her. When we headed off to different schools things changed a little. I am at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas and she is at the University of Mississippi (Ole’ Miss) in Oxford, Mississippi. Not having to live under the same roof has definitely changed our relationship for the better. She isn’t able to steal my clothes anymore which has to be the biggest plus of being hundreds of miles away. But the dynamic of it all is weird. Growing up my parents would constantly get on her for stifling my attempts to be her friends, but ever sense we headed off she has found herself calling me for advice or just for someone to talk to. Even though we are twins, I act as more of a big sister to her now. College life has been a much harder transition for her than it has been for me and I am so happy. that she has been turning to me for help through it all.

Then there is my little sister. She is the wild child and I try to help her but she doesn’t always take kindly to my advice. She. and my twin might as well be worst enemies,  they love each other, but you’d never know that if you saw how they often interact. My younger sister and I are much more alike. We are the same height, we played the same sports, we dress similarly, and we live similar lifestyles. Despite her temper, I know she looks up to me, so I always try to do the respectable thing when I know she is watching or even when her friends are watching. I have to be very careful around her and her friends because they will literally copy my every move, the bad and the good. I can’t tell  you how many times I’ve yelled at her for something and she has come back at me with the typical “well you do it so why can’t I?” She just doesn’t seem to understand that I am 5 years older than her and in college. Me going off to college has been a struggle on both ends. I hate that I can’t be there to guide her through high school and make sure she is staying on the right path, but I also know it is good for her to be able to try to do things on her own for a little while.

No matter how big of a pain in my ass my sisters are, I love them both endlessly and know that they are going to accomplish amazing things in life. They are two of the strongest women/girls I know and the whole world will feel the same way someday.