Sisters: What happens when fate brings you into conflict?

Do you know this, girls? Sometimes I feel like our family is making fun of me and my sister. How is it possible that two girls from the same nest can be so completely different?!

Me – the older one. Dark-haired with pale skin, a classic apple. Breasts, belly, legs… everything is somehow in balance. And my sister? Blonde, green-eyed, slightly tanned, tall. A typical pear. Butt and thighs, as she would say – a slim chest. Simply two women from opposite universes.

But if it were just about looks!

My sister is an early bird. She jumps up in the morning, coffee in one hand, cell phone in the other, and energy like after five Red Bulls. Me? A night owl. I'm nothing in the morning. My brain doesn't wake up until around lunchtime – ideally with coffee and silence.

In dressing? She – a boho goddess. Flowers, pink, yellow, glitter, colors, jewelry, Pink style. Me? Black, dark, deep black, washed black, light gray… And if I wear something colorful? I look like I'm going to a carnival and I don't even know why.

Make-up? Please! "Couldn't you at least do your eyelashes?" I often hear. But mascara stings me and I can hardly see when I'm painting anyway. And you know what? I just don't enjoy it. But I promised myself that one day I'd really master mascara. (I'm not saying when!)

But! At least I have the earrings – I have a lot of them. A small victory.

And what if we take a picture? She just rolls out of the chicken coop, crashes through the bushes and lands in the hay – and in the photo she looks like an Instagram goddess. Me, ready, combed, with makeup… eyes closed, mouth open. Just a mouse that has crawled out. Seriously, sometimes I think that nature made me as a test version.

But when things get real, we both have our superpowers. I stay cool, dealing only with what I can change. My sister? She shows up needing a cuddle and someone to tell her it’s fine – she’s got this. And me? Sometimes I need her to snap me out of my funk and give me that classic sister kick in the butt. That’s our magic – perfect opposites, perfect balance.

Sure, in childhood there were fights. We used to be like fire (I'm Aries) and water (she's Cancer) – constant battles. She was always a head taller, stronger, noisier. Puberty? A war of styles, opinions and everything in between. But today, as adults, we are finally sisters the way they should be.

We each have a different style, a different approach, different priorities. But that's exactly why we have something to say to each other. She gives me a different perspective, and I give her perspective and inner peace. When one loses her way, the other shows her the way – or at least throws a candle into the darkness.

I am grateful. For the fact that we each have our own thing, and yet we complement each other. I am grateful that we are each different. Because that is the only way we are a perfect team. Oh and… sometimes I also want to look like a model in a photo. But hey, at least we have a reason to laugh about it. And that's what it's about.

Different styles. Different ways. Different goals. And that’s the beauty of it – we get each other. She offers a new angle, I bring the calm and the bird’s-eye view. When one of us gets lost, the other pulls out the map – or at least lights a candle and says: ‘Try that way.’ 🔥🕯️

 “We’re different – but without each other, none of it would make sense.”

This is a story about us. About two sisters. About opposites who learned to love being different. Because otherwise it would be boring, wouldn't it?

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