Definitely not a true representation, though. Yet these are the expressions worn in every one of our childhood photos. My sister Elle always looked happy and confidant, while I always looked uncertain and dare I say it, insecure.
Seriously. Look through the stash of family photos and in each one Elle’s always giving the camera a smile while I’m glancing at it wearily, brow furrowed.
Was my childhood so terrible that I couldn’t even smile for the camera? And how is it that I looked so miserable while my sister so happy?
Ah, you think I’m exaggerating. Definitely not.
Another photo, another grumpy-arsed expression. My sister, meanwhile, is looking delirious. The thing is, this was taken on my birthday. Shouldn’t I have been all happy-faced and gleeful while Elle was miserable – jealous due to all the presents and attention I was getting.
What about this one. Here, someone, and I’ve a fair idea it wasn’t our parents, thought they’d dress us up as what, I don’t know. Perhaps that’s why I look uncertain. Elle, it seems, was happy to go with the flow.
Of course, there were times when I was neither uncertain or unhappy. Sometimes, I was just down-right pissed off.
And Elle, once again wearing her angelic smile.
Why was she so damn happy all the time? Ironically, these photos are quite a clear representation of the people we became as adults. Elle; the eternal optimist, always happy. Me; uncertain and insecure, wearied by life.
I will say this, though: we were both very cute.