The Parasitic Sister Must Suffer

Summary

Even though Belinda and I were identical twins, no one ever put us in the same category.

She practically lived on a diet of fried chicken and soda, yet her body remained as slender and willowy as a runway model, her legs growing longer by the day.

I counted every single calorie, starved myself on wilted lettuce, and yet my body bloated like a waterlogged balloon.

She baked under the harsh summer sun without a drop of SPF, yet her skin stayed as luminous and flawless as freshly poured cream.