Seven (Cimorelli's story)

Amy. Envy.

I was standing near the mirror with disgust looked at my not the perfect figure, like Christina's, short stature, not like Katherine's, not a nice smile like Lisa's, on sloppy hair like not Lauren's and not such beautiful eyes like Dani's. I painfully bit my lip and felt a strong envy.
Why am I not like my sisters. A feeling that I exist only to envy. Everyone and everything. More tall people, more successful people, more beautiful people. My sisters was just like that. Beautiful, tall and successful. And I envy. But I do not try to fight it. It's part of me. The meaning of my existence.