Sisterly Love

It's a beautiful thing. Most of the time I feel like my sister, Liza, is the only person on the planet who truly gets me. After all, she's my everything-friend, remember? And while I'm fairly certain the term "beautiful inside and out" was inspired by my sis (girl, stop blushing!), I did go through a phase where I wanted to chop off her hair in the middle of the night. It lasted, ohh from about sixth to eleventh grade.

Growing up with a sister the same age is tough. Even though we established our own, and very unique identities early on, I always felt that people compared us. Or maybe I was just paranoid and it was me who did the comparing? I don't know. When I was recently home in Kentucky, I read through my old diaries. Most everything I wrote had one common denominator: I was jealous of Liza. Jealous of the attention she got and the fact that she could eat three Big Macs at a time without gaining an ounce. (And everyone thought it was just.so.CUTE.)

As I read the diaries and caught this glimpse of her getting ready for our night out, the old feelings of jealousy came over me yet again. Why? Well, shit, you have eyes. Thankfully, my jealousy has never effected our relationship or resulted in any extreme competitiveness on my part. My mom wouldn't have tolerated it anyway.

And as much as I had wished Liza would gain weight as a kid, I didn't even rejoice when she eventually went through a chubby period after college. (Her passport photo is quite unfortunate. Liza, I have blackmail if I ever need it!) If she wasn't so ridiculously sweet, it'd be a lot easier to wish her ill-will, even just a few measly pounds, but I can't. It's impossible. After all, she's the person who picks me up when I fall. Day after day.

What about you: Did you have a sibling or friend you felt this way about growing up? Do you still?