The Parasitic Sister Must Suffer
Language: en
Even though Belinda and I were identical twins, no one ever put us in the same category. She practically lived on a diet of fried chicken and soda, yet her body remained as slender and willowy as a runway model, her legs growing longer by the day. I counted every single calorie, starved myself on wilted lettuce, and yet my body bloated like a waterlogged balloon. She baked under the harsh summer sun without a drop of SPF, yet her skin stayed as luminous and flawless as freshly poured cream. I hid from the daylight, slathered myself in sunscreen year-round, yet my complexion grew dull,…