I am my own person.

I’m Gabbie.

She’s Jackie.

My sister and I were born together, making us twins.

We were raised together, making us sisters.

But like everyone else, we have our distinctions.

I have my likes and dislikes and so does she.

I like food and going out with friends.

She likes dieting and staying indoors.

I’m into romance and drama, while she’s into action and sci-fi.

I love the water and being able to tan,

Jackie prefers whitening lotion and covering every piece of skin.

We even look different:

I’m shorter with wavy hair and darker skin.

She’s taller with long straight hair and lighter skin.

I prefer the casual look with just a hoodie and pair of jeans,

She likes dressing up in skirts and heels.

We even went to different schools, making separate friends.

Trying to create an identity for ourselves.

But everyone seems to still classify us as one.

It’s become annoying and stressful.

It sometimes feels like I’m being forced to have both of out personalities.

My name isn’t “Twin” or “Kambal”-

I’m Gabbie.

She’s Jackie.

Stop calling me one of the twins.

That’s not my name.