7 brothers and Me

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7 BROTHERS & ME

"Aint nobody trying to mess with boys with a psycho sister amirite?"

Written and Published : Lydia Rees

Talofa my hunnies and welcome to another blog by your fav chubby hunny, Lia. If you're ready this then feel proud because I have chosen to publish this blog without telling all of snap chat, instagram and Facebook. You are winning today girlfrannn yass werk it.


All brothers no sisters?!
Growing up the only girl among my siblings, I was always asked the question “so what’s it like having so many brothers & being the only girl”, & I would always answer with “normal I guess”. But to everyone else who only had sisters, or was an only child, this wasn’t their “normal"
Roll Call

26 – or would have been 26. Jerry who was my eldest brother who passed away 2 years ago.
25 – Andrew Christopher
24 - Dox Fomai
23 – Archie (insert middle name)
21 – Or would have been 21. Robert Jnr who is currently being a skux in heaven with Jerry. Passed away a year before i blessed this earth with my presence
20 – Princess (me)
18 – Domingo Peter
16 – Philip Jeremiah

Growing up with brothers is exactly how it sounds, everything was rough, tough & hard mudder. From following my two older brothers into footy, to learning the nitty gritty about cars. 4 years of football & an undying passion for cars has made me more of a man than a woman. There was a lot of “run straight”, a lot of “chuck on the gloves & box”, a lot of “oh, you kids wanna argue with each other? Come in front here & fight”. Yes, at times, my parents would make me fight one of my siblings if we were in a disagreement. I didn’t die, so I guess it was beneficial. Watching other girls grow up to be so girlie, nails painted, pretty hair & all, I tried to live up to this “pretty in pink” lifestyle whilst being surround by “down & dirty”, boys. This was basically what my childhood looked like, swapping in the girly girl things for everything fast, and tough.

It’s no  surprise that I have PCOD / PCOS, heck I’ve been surrounded by males for so long I’m turning into one; Issa joke. (Also go and read some articles about PCOD/ PCOS, education is key). But for real, people always say to me “but your Mum, isn’t she counted as a girl”, first of all, she is a woman. And secondly no, she is the biggest tomboy i know... she’s the “hop out of the car & confront you” type of lady. The “came to pick us up from school with her shirt all ripped up because she just got into a fight”, type of woman. The “pause & slowly glance back at the lady who eyed her out” type of keige, the “smack you harder if you’re crying because apparently it doesn’t hurt to be smacked” type of woman ! She's the bloody lady that will arc up to any man who wants to be a smartass. Ummmm help sir lol

Benefits & Pu-Benefits 

I will admit that at times, I would be prioritised being the only girl, which I agree with but also disagree with. Reason being is, yes it works in my favour but i am also very strong in equality in all areas of life. I would be the first to plate up when having dinner. I would be the one to have the last slice of pizza. I would be the one to ride shotgun. I would be the one that my mum & dad would sneak food to. These were all the plus sides to being the only girl in the family. But at the very same time, this also meant sacrificing a lot of freedom & having little to no say in some things. For example, as many of us know already, 8pm home time for my brothers was normal but 8pm for me was too late & not safe. If one of my brothers goes to see “a friend” at 10pm, they’re told to be careful & to be home soon. If I wanted to go see “a friend” at 10pm, I would be told to go put my pyjamas on & go to bed, not matter how old i get. Auueee one thing that my brothers have also learnt to deal with is when it’s Shark Week for me. When Lia turns into a psycho Bitch, who’s always eating, & then also screaming for tampons, i trust in my brothers. Plus, its my 6th year running on having that time of month and so the boys have practically picked up on code words for pads and tampons.

Boyfriends

Hahahahahhahahahahahha what a joker. My brothers do the typical..

-          I dare you to bring a boy home
-          You’re not marrying anyone till you’re 50 (oh wow)
-          I will hate you if you have a boyfriend
-          We’re going to bully your boyfriend
-          You’re going to come home and your boyfriend  is crying.

Yes. All of it times 5. Literally name everything you would say to your sister if she was thinking about having a boyfriend and i have heard it all. Despite all of these comments and threats, I have the last say about who i date. I understand where they come from when being protective and all because the feel obligated to kill any boy who breaks my heart, but im a big girl (literally), I can handle my own. I know how to pick who to date and who not to, based off how well they will get along with my family, their morals and value etc. But on the real, I know these boys will tear apart the world over a boy, but at the same time, I won’t allow them to. You probably thought i was going to go into detail about my personal experience with boyfriends huh? Aw what a joker hahah maybe another time.

And the rest

-          Little facial hair in the sink – especially on a Sunday morning when we have woke up late and the need to shave before heading out the front door
-          My pink toothbrush being used
-          Having fights over why my hair is everywhere – literally, always get attacked if they want to use a hair brush and my hair is weaved in there. Oh honey no, wut is u doin
-          Arguments over clothing - because Lia decides to wear her brothers clothes more than her own
-          When eating, drinking and heck even sleeping turns into a competition –  oh you had 2 burgers, well, i bet i can have 4.
-          Video games are a breeze – and in saying that, you learn extreme patience when they want “one more go”, which turns into 7 more tried
-          You understand a mans POV in scouting girls
-          Their friends, become your friends (very bad when you're clubbing and pulling, nek minit, friends with your brother)
-          You toughen the eff up – i love this part about growing up with boys because you learn boys humour. This way you're not easily offended when another male says “your mum” etc.
-          Quick and Witty – you soon develop the ability to have really good comebacks at lightning speed which is sooooo useful when conversing with guys in particular.
-          Easier to get along with guys – because all you've even known what boys this and boys that, its not doubt that when you meet another guy, you probably have so much in common.

My brothers are my world. They teach me right from wrong & protect me exactly how everyone makes it out to be. My brothers have been taught to not lay their hands on another person, especially a female which is WRONG...  so what happens when one of my brothers comes home crying because they were being “bullied” by a girl at their school. & not even just verbal abuse but she would kick the back of his feet when he walks. Shet. I know that my brother won’t hit her because that is simply how he was raised, but shit, doesn’t mean I won’t. I walked my little ass over to Ambarvale high school & waited for the bitch to finish school. Kids walked passed me & somehow noticed my face, & started mumbling “she’s here to bash that girl”, “omg, is she here to fight” blah blah. Best believe the little lady turned her ass around & walked back into the School gates. Smart move. Very smart. The point is, my brothers have my back but at the same time, I have theirs 110%.

I know that they will never place me into a situation where i will be bashed, but as soon as they say to pop off, believe me when i say, i will pop off (within reason though). These are my ride or die. Even though they eat everything in the cupboards and fridge, and they make my car scrape, and they make me wanna neck myself, they're my gang. At times, I do wonder what it’s like to have a sister. To have someone to shop with. To play with makeup. To Bitch with. But then I remember that I do all that with my mum anyways.  

I try & treat my brothers like kings. When I cook, I make a feast. I try & make this house a home. I try & educate them on what’s happening in the world, & always share my knowledge where necessary. I want them to know what their worth & so they don’t settle for anything less. I try and try my brothers with the most respect because i know the would do the same. Would I would swap any of my brothers for a sister. No thank you sir.

What pisses me off...Slightly off topic but worth the read.

A common misconception with being the only girl is that I am a spoilt brat *rolls eye vigorously that i get a headache*. Everyone know that my parents would do specific things for me but at the same time, they do specific things for the boys as well. So many people assume that i am queen treated 24/7 but that is wronggggg. My parents all in all treat us equally and if anything, i had to work harder to earn things like freedom. People see me out late at night into the early morning, hanging out with people at weird times of the day, hanging out with different people different nights. But here's a little secret, i am 19 going onto 20, and for 18 of those years, i proved to my parents that i am smart, responsible and able to make the right decisions. All of my teenage years, I stayed back at school longer, hung out at the library more often, took my little ass to church every Sunday, and not sneaking out in the middle of the night to see some other shitty 14 year kid. I earnt my freedom. Point blank period.

I tend to work night shift a lot, which means my social life begins at 11pm. So if you see me out that late, know that i didn't spend the rest of the night out but i was making some dosh first. Furthermore, who i hang out with during different weeks is no one’s business. My parents trust me enough to know who to hang out with and who not to. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone but it irritates me when everyone assumes i have it easy. Lol. My car, my little shit box, I paid for that. I also pay for its monthly service, its rego and everything to do with maintenance. The house that i am living in, i pay my fortnightly share. The clothes that i wear, I pay for. I don’t understand where anyone can come up with the idea that I'm spoilt by my parents. My little cupcakes business, i built that.

My brothers are the "rush home from Blacktown drive ins after Lia got a little drunk and tore down the neighbour hood" loyal. They are the "who are we killing", kinda people. The "carrying me up the street after being tazed, tackled and fought", kinda bradas. My brothers are my gang. And loyalty is not only natural, but expected with this highest form. Nobody is trying to mess with boys who have a crazy sister amirite? Lol. Sis, treat your brother with respect. Treat them how you would expect your daughters to treat your sons. That's your blood. Im willing to shed mine for them, are you?


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