The comparison

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I grew up with a Barbie doll. Not a toy—its my sister , my first ever best friend. She looks just like my mother .Most siblings have a lot of things in common, like the same interests. However, my older sister and I are very different from each other. She is a beautiful girl. She is tall, she is thin, and she has a pair of light- brown eyes. Also, she has long, blonde, and wavy hair. Furthermore, she has white skin, she has long - thin legs, delicate fingers, and beautiful arms. Her smile is truly a beautiful one. I was tan skinned with frizzy curls , looking very thin . At school teachers hardly believed that she was my sister. There were times when I was proud to have a beautiful sister. I remember the times when I show off showing my sister to everyone because she was beautiful. one.I have often wondered how we ended up so different. Our personalities are also completely opposite. My sister is a very calm and laid back person but I'm very hyper and straight forward.She is a very social person and loves to talk; however, I have never been a talkative person and I like to keep to myself. I have really bad temper and gets angry easily. I never thought of these differences until 2008 when I was 12. People around me started to see a huge difference between me and my sister. People around me started to compare me with my sister. My relatives always compared me with my sister . Nobody likes being compared to others constantly, and it’s even more hurtful and humiliating when your own relatives are so harsh. Someone saying, “Your mother was just like your sister she was so pretty and i guess you look like your dad" I wonder if the person views me as ugly. It starts when children are young: the moment a child is born, relatives start comparing siblings’ skin colour. It starts in your own family – but people don’t want to talk about it openly. From a very young age, I felt I did not fit in. I was made to believe I was not good enough because of the colour of my skin. People constantly compared my complexion to others. It was impossible to escape their comments and judgements.I never responded to people’s cruel comments or jokes. I never shared my insecurities or feelings of resentment with anyone. I just became numb and shut down. After the age of 14 I hated visiting my relatives I knew all they would do is campare me with my sister as well as others. I have never felt insecured about my skin colour until then.Our society believes skin colour determines a person’s worth.Like most dark-skinned women who are desperately trying to look fair I also collected money to buy fairness cream to make my skin colour look lighter and also I have seen some use makeup that is meant for lighter skinned women, choosing to look “whitewashed” rather than embracing their natural skin tone. Others use bleaching products. There was a time when I used a local bleached cream and became fair . It was not actually fair it was like a yellowish burned skin. I knew I looked prettier with my natural tan skin tone than this bleached fairness. But all I wanted was to become fair and pretty . because in our society pretty means fairness. After the slight change in my skin colour I felt a bit secured and I thought that all the judgemental comments will be stopped. But all I heard was people saying " your skin is burnt" , "I think she uses bleach products" , "What happend to your face" people never stopped being judgemental. That is when I thought that I will not live a life for others . No matter what you do people will never stop judgging. I started to build my self confidence , I stopped using beauty products . Then I understood that the family was the only people who will never judge you. There was a time when my mother thought that I was jealous with my sister. Which was not true. She was very worried about it and she thought that I hated my sister. She often appreaciates me and my looks . She knew that I felt insecure about my looks and skin colour. My mother never compared me to anyone. I was her beautiful daughter as always . Me and my sister shared the same love and affection there was no change in that. My sister stood up for me when people compared me with her. she often says me "beauty is not permanent " . This is why I loved my sister so much for her way of thinking. Such a matured person. she always adviced me "Live the life the way you want and the way you are dont loose your idenetity for others" these words really changed my view about life. My sister have always played different starring roles in my life, be it a mother, elder sibling, the younger sibling, cousin or as sister in law and hence I call my sister an angel, because I believe only an angel can play these many roles in one’s life.My sister always have been there for me like a mother , the most caring nature for me, the most different nature, which is hard to describe in words or let’s say the nature which only a mother can have.A sister is somebody with whom you can share anything, anytime, anywhere without any hesitation . My sister is my mirror to life, who has always tried showing me the true paths of life .
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