Growing up I was always jealous of my baby sister. She weighed 92 pounds growing up while I was in the 150's. She was popular in High School and I was the loser. She was great at everything while I seemed to **** at everything. I hated her. I hated myself and I wanted to be her. Growing up you find out what makes you so unique and I found that I write which is something she doesn't do. One night my sister and I had a talk and she began telling me how she wish she had my *****, my hour glass figure and sense of humor. I told her how I wished I looked like her. I had no idea that over the years all the things I hated about myself she wanted and loved and vice versa. We get compared a lot based on our looks when there is so much more to us. After that conversation we shared I made a promise to myself to appreciate the features I have and to stop comparing myself to someone who is just like me, maybe not look wise but personality wise. I'm learning to live in my own skin. I learning to love me.