It sucks being a twin. I mean it’s probably the same for every twin because of the whole ‘you are your own worst critic’ thing. I’m probably just being dramatic, but I always feel like the lesser half. The one who’s not quite as pretty, not quite as perfect. Yet, still I share my face. It’s like being part of this team that I never signed up for, and I am eternally bound to be the lookalike, the fake. The half that just didn’t get that special touch. The unlucky one. I’m always going to be the lesser half of what I could have been. The copy, the second, the twin, but never the original.