I feel like when you are the middle child you really have to fight harder to be an individual. To be remembered as one. Growing up I wanted to be my sister so bad. I wanted BS's(Big Sis) approval in every thing I did and everyone wanted me to be something like her too. Strong, independent and smart. I'm not sure how I am doing in following her footsteps. All I know is I wear a 7 in Women's shoes and she's a petite thing of 5 1/2.
She may have small feet and a bit out dated sense of style but she has set some challenging paths with her size 5 1/2 feet dressed in red 80's pumps that I just don't know if I can live up to even if my feet is bigger and dressed in Stilettos.
I want a family and a loving husband and a house in the suburbs just like BS but I honestly fear that I don't know what I will be blessed with if any at all. For now I live vicariously in my stilettos.
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