Patrina & Katrina

Katrina:

Sure we’re identical but there’s actually so many differences between us. Patrina wouldn’t be happy to know all the things I’m about to say, but I’m changing. I’m not the same me that I was even a month ago.

She loves being identical. But now that I’m thirteen, I’m reaching new levels of maturity. For example, this school year I decided to buy all my clothes vintage and thrift. I watched a documentary about fast fashion, and how reusing clothes can help reduce the amount of waste we create when we buy everything new.

So when our mom took us back-to-school shopping I asked her to not buy two of every outfit this year. That I refuse to be part of the consumerism problem. Petrina’s face went pale as she realized we wouldn’t be twinning for 7th grade.

But I’m doing this for the environment, the earth is much more important than matching.

Plus, we’re thirteen now. It’s time to move on from matching. We’ve got to get out there and find ourselves.

I’m also going to figure out how to cut my own hair into a cute bob. It’s not really going to do anything to save the planet. But I think it’ll help people tell us apart which is also important to me.

But thrifting my clothes is strictly for the environment.

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Patrina:

Katrina dresses like an old man now.

She calls it saving the environment. But I know it’s because at summer camp some boy she liked couldn’t tell us apart and hugged me, thinking I was her.

It obviously really got under her skin because now she wants to do everything different than me.

Our clothes, our hairstyles, even where we hang our towels in the bathroom has to be different. My mom even let her get the top of her ear pierced! What next? She’ll want her own bedroom? She won’t want to walk with me to school anymore or sit with me at lunch?

I don’t even want to know.

She told my mom she’s finding herself, but why would that mean separating from everything we’ve ever done together?

I miss the way things were. Same hair, no piercings, twinning everyday, and not caring if anyone could tell us apart, especially boys.