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| Identical but not the Same |
When I was growing up, I would often have people say to me that my sister and I were identical.
Identical.
But what always puzzled me (besides the fact that I was older by three years), was that she was a blonde with dead straight hair, and I was a brunette with wild curly hair.
Identical.
What I eventually realised, was that people didn't really look past the tall skinny girls with matching widows peaks.
It made me sad that people didn't look beyond the surface.
It made me realise that many people were guilty of not looking deeper.
And it made me realise that I was just as guilty.
It made me realise that I need to remind myself that you can never judge, that you never know what lies beneath.
Have a great week.
P.S - Make sure you pop back tomorrow. This months give away will be up and ready for your entries. x
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