There aren’t many differences between my twin sister and I. My sister, Lex, hated that. I’m not saying that it didn’t annoy me from time to time, but she did everything in her power to look different than me. As soon as our parents gave her the approval to change her appearance, she permed her hair the next day. After the perm phase died down, she dyed her hair black to give herself a distinction from my brown hair. Her preppy outfits were a stark contrast to my more athletic attire, and we stuck to this pattern of looking as different as we could for years.
Ugh, this really taps not only into the fear of the chase but also the fear of not being believed.... painful!!!!!
This was SUCH a wild ride!