I've been over-shadowed my whole life. By a sister considered perfect by all means. Prettier, smarter, funnier and all over said to be a better person than me. It hurt when my own mother sided with her, and looked out for her more than she ever did for me. And it still hurts how I'm constantly reminded that I'll never be good enough; because it's her who people love in the end, not me. Her being called beautiful, intelligent, brilliant, not me.