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.