A Letter To My Big As I Prepare For A Little
In a time when most bigs are having a mini-freakout like this, I thought it was important to let my own big know how important she is to me.
Dear most wonderful, precious, gorgeous, hilarious Big,
You complete me. I don’t know where I’d be without you, literally. From the moment we met, I knew we were meant to be. You shared my love for tequila and understood the importance of a good wine drunk. You helped me to see that our house was the perfect fit for me, and you loved me despite my momentary lapse in judgment when I told you I was thinking about *gasp* joining a different sorority. Outside the minor threat to “set that house of skanks on fire,” disingenuous, I’m mostly sure, you made it clear that your only concern was that I made the best decision. Luckily, I made the choice to join the best house on campus and greatest sorority there is: yours.
All of my best memories in college are memories I share with you. From the time you picked my drunk ass up from my dorm so I wouldn’t get arrested, to the time(s) we shacked in our favorite fraternity house on the same night, you’ve always been there when I needed you most. I know that we may or may not have inadvertently cultivated rumors regarding our sexuality, because we text, hang out, and act like we’re dating…but lezbehonest, you’re my big, and I think that’s normal behavior. I’m not ashamed.
All that being said, a time has come that we both (but mostly you) refuse to acknowledge: it’s time for me to take a little. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re scared that I am going to run off and find a little who is
almost as perfect as I am, and forget all about you, but this is simply not true. Although I’m excited to shower her with gifts and force her to drink until she throws up, she will never be you.
Believe it or not, you haven’t really hid the fact that becoming a grandbig is going to be a rough adjustment for you. Every time my future little comes up, you quickly change the subject and tell me you need a drink. It didn’t concern me until my most recent mention of her, which caused you to beeline straight to the liquor store…at 9am. I didn’t even know it opened that early and those people know me by name. Well, they know me by my fake’s name.
I am writing you this letter because I need you to know with the absolute confidence I know you have, that nothing will change between us. Even though you’re getting super old (KIDDING!) and you’re getting ready to leave me for the real world (SORRY!), you are still an amazing person, and you will always be a part of my life. You’ve said it yourself 500 times: you don’t love your big less, you love her differently. No one will EVER replace you, so stop being jealous and get excited about being a grandbig! You are about to have another girl who totally looks up to you without having to shower her with ridiculously expensive gifts or worry about what
adorable embarrassing outfit you are going to dress her up in for reveal. You’re basically getting another little, without the hassle.
I have no doubt that you will love our newest addition, especially since you found her, forced me to rush her, forced me to love her, and then forced me to take her as my little. She is the luckiest girl in the world because she gets to have me as her big and you as her grandbig. It might take some getting used to, but I know I’ll be a great big because I learned from the best, you.
So put away the vodka and hand over all those t-shirts you don’t want anymore because it’s time to add a little one to the greatest family on campus!
Love you B.I.G.
<3 Your little