People spend their lives always striving to be something MORE - When all I want is to be something LESS. ~ by me

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

She's Perfect... She's my sister

My sister...

She is my mothers dream child.

She tells my mom everything about her life. She asks for advice from her. She talks to my mom all the time.  She gets good grades. She is twenty. She is a Christian. She does not date (what could make my parents happier?).  She is the oldest, the first born. She's slow to get mad. She is gorgeous. She looks like my mom. She has dark brown hair. Beautiful features. Unique, but modest and adorable style. A perfect body. She looks good in anything.

She's home now - for the summer. In January of this year, she decided that she was going to move to college. After living there this past semester, she decided that she likes living at home better during college. And what could make my mom happier.

 She usulaly comes and visits on the weekends, but I dont see her much because my weekends are so busy. But last week, she came home for the summer. And even though she has only been living at college during the weekdays for 4 months... i've forgot what its like living with her.

Its  a constant reminder of how I am not perfect. And how I am not good enough. not only in looks, but actions, clothing, grades, friends...  you name it. Mom and my sister talk all the time, and they dont have any problem talking about me, while I'm in the next room.

My sister usually nags at me constantly. Telling me that my outfit doesnt look good. "are you really going to wear that?" or "pull your shirt up" or "those pants look too tight". Telling me I dont have the right friends "why dont you do something with my friends and me tonight?" or "how about you asking *sally and *fred to do something insted?" Telling me I need to be a more devout Christian "have you thougth about becoming part of the church?" or "That music sounds really sucular" or ...... see?

Now I'm starting to feel guilty about right this. It is true.... dont get me wrong. I do love my sister. I realize no one is perfect... but I feel compared to her and I cannot help my compare myself to her. The constant reminder is back....

~A beautiful disaster

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