Nothing can prepare you for the special kind of trauma that comes from entering a modelling contest, only to have your sister win it.
The day that happened to me is the day I realised I had better stop relying on my looks. Because it’s important to have a back-up plan, and be an independent woman who relies on her brain… and also because my looks were pretty average.
I was six. Rhiannon, my sister, was nine. She had gorgeous olive skin and those wide-set alien eyes that were becoming popular in the early 90’s thanks to the likes of Kate Moss. I inherited my dad’s Irish skin, was covered in dark freckles and my eyes were small and grey. I wasn’t unfortunate looking by any means, in fact I was quite pretty, but nobody was stopping me in the street asking me to do Kmart commercials.
Rhiannon was constantly stopped in the street and asked to do Kmart commercials.
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Despite the fact Rhiannon’s looks were something adults constantly felt the need to point out (She’s just so beautiful! She’s going places! She’s going to be famous! She and Rosie look nothing alike!) I don’t think I really noticed any difference between us until the contest. It was the exact moment I realised I was the Doug Pitt to my sister’s Brad.
It happened at the ‘Some Kids Are Beautiful And Some Kids Are Not’ modelling competition at Macquarie Shopping Centre. (Okay, so I can’t actually remember what it was called but I think that title pretty much captures the essence of it.)
I desperately wanted to enter. There was a temporary studio set up in the middle of the mall and you got to bring two outfits and pretend to be famous for half an hour while a casting agent pretended to know how to use a camera. Then they forced your mum to pay exorbitant amounts of money for the photos.
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I have always had "bitchy resting face" while my sister has always had this huge big smile 100% of the time... People always have said "you should smile more, like your sister." I want to say "F*%K off!"
On the other side of the coin, I've never met anyone as self absorbed or as obsessed with their looks as my sister, and I wouldn't change who I am for the world. Go Rosie xx
Dear contributors, please stop complaining. I know it's no fun not to be the pretty one, or the clever one or the talented one.
But at least you have a sister. Try not being the pretty, clever or talented one and being an only child.
I don't feel sorry for myself, it is as it is, but you're so lucky to have each other, to share life's ups and downs, just to be there for one another.
I don't romanticize that a sister would make my life better, but I's sure like to know what it's like and with grand parents and parents now gone, I still think it would be kinda nice to have a sister