The repetitive question of “Are you two twins?” is hard to erase from my mind. Although I never saw a resemblance, I always answered with the same quick ‘yes.” I wonder sometimes how there are so many people that can not tell my sister and I apart, yet I still hear that question and over and over again. If the resemblance was really that hard to distinguish then why was it necessary to ask if we were twins? Although the “twin” question seems annoying at times, I can’t imagine what my life would be like without my twin sister.
Of course growing up as a twin had a tremendous impact on my life. As a baby my mother would place a drop of nail polish on my sister’s toe nail as a means of distinguishing the two of us. The idea of this seemed obscene when I first heard it, but I am grateful now that I am certain I was never accidentally mixed up as a baby. My mother always dressed us in the same outfits, which I always resented. She would pick out the same outfit just in different colors. I usually had pink while my sister had blue. I was embarrassed to wear the same outfit to school, yet we still dressed the same up until fourth grade. We were always in the same class so dressing different must have been a treat for the teachers who could never tell us apart. My sister and I had mostly the same friends growing up, but because we had each other we often kept to ourselves. I knew she would always be there and for the reason I felt no need to meet and talk to new people.
While always having someone there for me was a plus, there was always unpleasant times involved in being a twin. I can remember fighting probably fifty percent of the time as kids. We fought over the stupidest things such as who had more milk in their cup and who could get the last word in. However my least favorite part of being a twin was probably always being compared. When you look so similar to someone naturally people try to focus on the differences and this always made me feel self-conscious....