My Sister-Personal Narrative

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I ran into my room, anger filling my brain like water in a bathtub. As I furiously slammed my door shut, I heard my mother yell those dreaded words that I heard from her all the time.
“Gosh! Why can't you be more like your sister?”
I had been pondering this question and the meaning behind it for a long time. My mother always found a way to compare me to my twin sister. This time, she was furious that she received a higher grade on her chemistry test.
As I began to reflect deeply on my life, something that I often did when I was stuck in my room with nothing else to do, I began to recognize time and time again that I was constantly being compared to my sister by every single person that knew my sister and I. This revelation was branded into
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I truly believed that my sister was this amazing and bright character, and she was. What changed my perspective on the entire situation was my realization that I had some pretty awesome things about myself too. All of a sudden, memories came back to me of time where I had succeeded in basketball, football, lacrosse, math, science, and so much more. I realized that I had my own strengths as well, and other people saw that as well. I was able to comprehend that my individual strengths as well as my weaknesses make up the unique person that is me. This made me feel more whole and fulfilled; I saw that I too was a unique and colorful person with my own strengths. This realization helped me block out the people that just looked at me for who I was compared to my sister and to appreciate the people that took me for the smart, athletic, hard working individual that I am today. Once I was able to stop myself internally from comparing myself to my sister and to see myself as unique, I was able to change how I viewed myself and how I thought people thought of me. This lead me to improve my life by focusing on my individual strengths that make me who I am. This leads me to improve on what I can improve on through hard work and not to worry about how I am doing compared to my sister because although we are twins, we are two completely different

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