I was the eldest daughter for the first 15 and a half years of my life. Now, for the past four, I've been the eldest son. And let me tell you, it doesn't change a damn thing. I'm still the eldest fucking daughter, the one who steps up, the one who takes on too much responsibility, the one who helps out.
this was such a sharp blow and a glowing embrace. i haven't really realized how much of the older sister label i've shedded since my adult life began. thank you for the beautiful words!
I saw this notif this morning but could not open it at the time but it really touched my heart in a special way to know you felt the same reading this as I did writing it
“I know the guilt you carry—the guilt of not being a better sister, because you were the second mother in your family long before you were even old enough to know what that meant.” I cried reading this because only at 30 I realized that I was and partly still am. And to let that go slowly is hard because the people in your household do occasionally tug that string for you to assume that role again.
What a coincidence! This beautiful essay just came to my feed today, when i, too, wrote something heartfelt for all the eldest daughters like myself. Your piece resonated with me. I’m attaching mine here too, and would love your take on it :)
I’ve seen so many people commenting online on the aesthetic of the eldest daughter but this is the first time I feel spoken to. Thank you for creating this space ❤️
I was the eldest daughter for the first 15 and a half years of my life. Now, for the past four, I've been the eldest son. And let me tell you, it doesn't change a damn thing. I'm still the eldest fucking daughter, the one who steps up, the one who takes on too much responsibility, the one who helps out.
There’s just something about being the eldest that will always carry that load. Thank you for relating 💕
so kindd🥹
this was such a sharp blow and a glowing embrace. i haven't really realized how much of the older sister label i've shedded since my adult life began. thank you for the beautiful words!
thank you so much for reading and such a terribly wonderful comment
Damn is someone cutting onions?
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choking down sobs in a starbucks thank you!
I saw this notif this morning but could not open it at the time but it really touched my heart in a special way to know you felt the same reading this as I did writing it
My God I needed this!
thank you so much for this. I cried all through it. you have all my love and thanks.
this is such a sweet comment. thank you so much for reading
thank you for sharing it xx
“I know the guilt you carry—the guilt of not being a better sister, because you were the second mother in your family long before you were even old enough to know what that meant.” I cried reading this because only at 30 I realized that I was and partly still am. And to let that go slowly is hard because the people in your household do occasionally tug that string for you to assume that role again.
It’s probably a part of us we will never be able to entirely let go. Just have to find the best balance we can ❤️
I cried.
comments like this always get me <3 I hope it touched you in the best way and in a way you needed it to
What a coincidence! This beautiful essay just came to my feed today, when i, too, wrote something heartfelt for all the eldest daughters like myself. Your piece resonated with me. I’m attaching mine here too, and would love your take on it :)
https://substack.com/@odetoangst/note/p-167651964?r=2jgem1&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
thank you for reading and extra thanks for sharing your piece! i just read it asap and found it very relatable and a lovely read
thank you for writing this. i love an indirect letter, this brought me close to tears.
thank you so much for reading! it truly means so much to know it meant something to you
thank you so much. i have never felt so seen
Feel held, cradled, and seen midway as elder daughter myself. Thank you for such luminous piece. 🌹
Thank you for these beautiful words ❤️
Thank you for reading!!
I’ve seen so many people commenting online on the aesthetic of the eldest daughter but this is the first time I feel spoken to. Thank you for creating this space ❤️
this truly means so much! I really wanted to go honor the experience and to know it resonated is touching. You deserve to feel seen
This got me crying Kylee
Thank you for writing this.. I am going to come back to it every week till I am fully fine and boast of being fine and free...
Thank you so much
I look forward to this finding you again and again. Thank you so much