Her blonde hair was a shade lighter than mine, and longer with choppy side bangs framing her heart shaped face. Her brown eyes were emphasized by her long lashes. I've always thought her iris' reminded me of mars, but even though mine should be exactly the same, they didn't have that cosmic quality. Her body was slender but curvy, mine would never come close to what she had, and always tanned to a peachy colour. On the other hand there was me, slender except less bodacious, pale gold tan almost unnoticeable. And i swear my fingers were chunkier. I try telling myself not to compare. Even that it doesn't matter. But the fact is that is does, it matters too much.
Sensible; that's what I always hear.
"Be sensible", "Don't think like that, it isn't sensible".
I'm so sick of it.
"Don't compare yourself to her. It isn't fair."
That was what my best friend Adriana told me before the 'Inccident'. She doesn't know, of course that it;s harder when the person your comparing yourself to is your twin sister.