When I came to school last summer, I was nervous of what my life would bring. I was not nervous about making friends or the school work, but the idea of being alone. I have never been considered as an individual. I was always known as one of the twins. Not only did I steal my sister’s birthday, but we lucked out with the same genes. Theresa looks like me, or at least we looked the same when we were younger. Now that we have grown up, we have grown into our own unique traits, but that doesn’t stop people from considering us as the same person.
Back home, I am used to the double take, when people are shocked to see two people with the same features. About four years ago, I remember the day I got to meet Taylor Swift when she was the opening, opening act for Rascal Flatts and Gary Allan. I waited in line, with my sister and 2 friends, and my sister went up and got Taylor Swift’s autograph, and a picture with her. I went next, and Tswift was like, “Wait, didn’t I already sign an autograph for you?” She then looked up and realized that there was two of me.
Moments like that occurred everyday back at home, but once Theresa and I departed for colleges across the state from one another (she attends SUNY Plattsburgh), I was now not considered one of the twins. I had my own identity and no one to fall upon. Most people are shocked when they find out that I have an identical twin. This thought baffles me, because I still can’t consider myself without thinking of Theresa.