I love my sista, yes I do. But some days it’s hard not to be jealous. Scratch that, ALL days it’s hard not to be jealous. Now I’m not saying that I don’t have anything going for me, but hermana has a hot husband who could catch fish with his teeth, a great job inserting catheters and stuff like that, and has generally made a very good transition into this adult life.
And me? No husband (yet?). Not quite set on this whole career thing. And even though this blog has been a HUGE part of my journey of self-discovery and expression, still sorting out life.
So really. Is it any wonder (Kat is keen on Keane!) I gave her this look (on her wedding day no less)?
AND my hair didn’t look that cute that day. Darnie.
*read into the black and white symbolism in every way possible way you can and you will likely be correct….
*this picture was NOT staged in any way…
How do YOU deal with feelings of jealousy/inadequacy
when it comes to your family members’
accomplishments, achievements, etc.?
Don’t do the death look at a wedding. Just don’t.