Inconsequential Differences

Entry

The first thing you should know about me is that I come in a pair. That sounds rather funny, doesn't it? But no, I am not a cherry nor a set of shoes. I am a twin.
I bet most of you reading this think how much you'd love a twin - and you're right. You would love to have a twin. Of course you would. Someone to be your best friend and play tricks with and perhaps, most importantly, be by your side. Someone to hold you up when you're stumbling, and pick you up when you fall. Someone to trust. Someone to just be there without asking.

But would you really want to be reminded of your similarity every day of your school life? Would you really want to be told that your twin is prettier than you?

In 500 words, I am supposed to convey a beautiful image of myself to you. It sounds simple, doesn't it? However, I find this incredibly difficult, to tell you how different I am to everyone else when really, I have someone exactly like me standing next to me right now. Nearly alike. But not quite.

Being a twin doesn't make me any less unique than any of you, I suppose. I have my own thoughts, my own dreams and my own view of life. Even though we share most of our DNA, we differ like a lemon and a lime in a fruit bowl.
My hair is straight - Kara's is wavy.
My eyes are greeny blue - Kara's are emerald.
Inconsequential differences, there to point out the similarities between us all. I wonder whether you have blonde hair too. Do you cry when the T-800 says his last goodbye to John Connor? I don't know. But perhaps, perhaps, we are more alike than we seem.

I am not beautiful. But perhaps one day, someone will see me as beautiful.

My friend is beautiful; long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a smile so uplifting it could take you to space. And when she calls herself ugly, the pure idiocy and the thought that someone has driven her to that conclusion breaks my heart. To see someone so kind and undeserving be broken is the ugliest thing in the world.

I think the common perception of beauty being perceived as appearing perfect is stupid: I would rather somebody love me for the person I am than love me for the face I hide behind. I am a unique person inside, whether or not I may have slightly shared my appearance with another being.

As they say, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Do you think you are beautiful? Beauty is the acceptance of being oneself, the realisation of just how perfect you really are. Nearly.

My alikeness doesn't define me; and neither does my appearance. It's the inconsequential differences, the tiny pieces in life's eternal puzzle that make us who we really are, whether we come in pairs or not.