Sometimes I don’t even consider my sister, my sister. Our style in clothing is so different I am embarrassed to be seen with that creature. Her baggy, gray sweatpants with an old, dirty sweatshirt captures her image. Winter boots on her feet with the sweatpants spilling out of them. Brown, frizzy hair up in a side ponytail. No makeup on and freckles poking out. Red bumps all over her face looking like irritated volcanos about to explode. Slouching every chance she gets, sticking out her belly.
Me on the other hand, skirts, dresses and jeans take up my closet. Sweaters and tank tops full of class. High quality brands, showing off what I can afford. With sneaker covering my feet and hair down and straight. I strive towards perfection. Like my dad says, “You never know who you are going to meet.” Dressing for perfection is my specialty, unlike my sister, unlike my sister.