The Life of a Twin

I am a twin. I grew up accustomed to sharing a birthday, clothes, a face, and just about anything you can think of (except DNA since we are fraternal and not identical). We also grew accustomed to when we would go to places together, we get the double take. As in, someone takes a glimpse at us, turns around, and quickly turns around again to make sure they are NOT delusional and that there is in fact two girls that look a lot alike. As well as getting the dumb questions of, "So if your birthday is on March 28, when is your twin's birthday?" or the one that I will never forget, "Do you ever look in the mirror and forget if you are YOU or your sister?" (what an idiot).

This was the life I knew.... until I moved to California for college.

When I was off at college, people knew me as JENN and not "Jessy", "twin", "Jessy's twin", or "I'll-just-guess-who-you-are-since-I-cant-tell-you-guys-apart".

It was just wonderful. I was Jenn. I had an identity. I was an individual.

Annnnnd now I'm back.

My life is now back to having to tell people "YES we are twins now quit looking at us like we have 8 arms." Walking into church every week, it is almost a guarantee that at least 3 people will come up and hug me and greet me. I then have to stop them, "I don't know you. You think I'm my sister. Hi, my name is Jenn." Just the other day, I was at the gym and two random girls were waving at me and I had this confused look on my face. Almost right away I had to explain that I am not Jessy, I am her twin. I'm not a negative person, but it's ANNOYING. And I have no choice but to deal with it. I feel like just announcing to the huge city of Las Vegas, NV-- " Hey, Vegas. There are two of us. We are twins. PLEASE learn to tell us apart"... but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Such is the life of a twin. On the bright side, I have met new people and have received more hugs from people I don't know. Could be worse.... I guess.