For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be her.

Not because I wanted to be a girl. Not for the reason that I wanted to always be seen in pink, sparkly outfits. I didn't mind not sharing a name with a breed of dog. And I didn't care much for long blond hair and brown eyes.

For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be her.

Because she always got everything she wanted.

Everything.

And me? I got everything she didn't want.

I was the one wearing girl's clothing throughout kindergarten because she demanded so much clothing, that our parents couldn't afford to buy the same amount of clothes I wanted, even with their budget. I was the one playing the minor roles every time we starred in a school play whether or not the role was for a girl or boy. I was the one who always sat in the passenger seat when we had to go somewhere in her coral colored convertible. I was the one who had to provide an alibi for her whenever she went on a date our parents didn't approve of.

I was the one who always got scolded for complaining.

She was pretty. But I had to be good-looking too because I was her twin right? All of the teachers at school adored her. All the students at school thought I was her poodle. Some even worship her, trying to imitate whatever she does.

I didn't understand why I was treated like a servant. Someone who was paid. Someone who wanted to work. I've gotten the short end of the stick for all my life with no explanation why. I was talented. I was nice and considerate. I wouldn't tell anybody but I thought I was the better dancer. Whenever a school play ended, she'd always get the praise, all the glory. I was left out. She'd always get comments about how fabulous her dance moves where, when I was the one who choreographed it.

I know what she's really like. She was born a brunette, not with the beautiful blond locks she has now. She has episodes weekly where she freaks out about her weight. She treats her dog, Boi, like shit. I swear all she does with that dog is carry it around for show then she locks him up in a crate expecting me to care for it. She's struggling in school and occasionally pays a maid to do her work for her.

I can't believe how much she's changed, I feel like I don't even know her anymore. She disgusts me sometimes.

Yet, for as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be her.

Because in everyone else's eyes, she's perfect.