She's My Sister
When I was young I envied my sister
She was the pretty one
the one everyone pined after
The older, cooler one
I was chubby
and pimpled
I never made a guy swoon
I hated our differences
But now it's something
that I embrace
I'm an an adult now
and yes my sister still
is the envy of everyone
but not me.
When I am around her now
all I ever feel is proud.
She is glorious
Beautiful on the inside and out
and I love her so much.
I think it took me growing
up to finally figure out.
That she loved me fat or small.
If I had a lot or if didn't have anything at all.
She was always there.
When I was happy or scared.
Now people say I look just like her
and I smile not because it's a compliment.
But if people can see in me what I see in her
Than my heart must be big also.
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