Graceful/Awkward ~ What You Don’t Know…

Kylie watched as Kimberly pulled a perfect backwards arabesque and combined it with a double toe loop. Her twin was extremely grateful; Kylie always felt awkward and when she compared herself to her sister – which was all the time – she couldn’t help noticing she was coming short. One might almost doubt they were twins.

Kimberly was tall, lithe and lean, 10 years of dancing and ice skating having turned her into a magnificent swan who seemed as much at ease on skate as on points. The tight bun on her head, as controlled and beautiful as any of her movements on the ice. How could Kylie compare? There was no way. And ice skating coaches surely didn’t let her forget that her sister was everything she wasn’t. Thankfully since last year, Kylie no longer had the dance lessons; she’d convinced her parents to let her start something else, where she wouldn’t feel like she was competing with her sister all the time.

She didn’t care that it was late to start; didn’t care that it wasn’t going to be a career. She was only glad that Kimberly didn’t feel like she had to do it as well. She’d have gone nuts. Yeah, they weren’t this kind of twins, you know the sort that feels so close and so connected that people around them feel like they’re always intruding. She and Kimberly were twins but apart from having the same chromosomes they were different. And ever since Kylie hit puberty and reached 140lb, Kimberly has taken her distances. She wanted to remain the popular kid. Who could blame her?

So what if Kylie liked her waffles once in a while? She didn’t want to deprive herself of things she liked. And honestly she didn’t care that much about the so-called thigh gap. She had curves. Yes. She wasn’t that fat, but unlike Kimberly she didn’t have the will power to starve herself; or to go a week without something delicious but bad for your BMI. Like the waffles she ate this morning.

It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other: they did. But they were different. Kimberly breathed health and counting calories. Well she didn’t really count them; she wasn’t a big eater anyway. And whatever she did eat, she consumed with dance, iceskating and cheerleading at school. Kylie enjoyed iceskating and PE but she didn’t organize her life around it.
“Kylie, you’re up next.”
Of course, right after her sister; just to make sure she looked like a hippo in a tutu next to the perfect swanlike figure. She skated to the centre. She loved skating; she hated the competition coaches and students alike forced upon her and Kim but she loved it. So she would give it her best and enjoy it.


Kimberly watched, as Kylie took her place at the centre of the ice. There was something inherently graceful in her sister’s attitude. She didn’t need to practice hours upon hours to achieve that easiness that Kimberly struggled to achieve or fake. Sure, everyone thought she was the better skater; she was more disciplined than Kylie, whose loose ponytail danced this way and that, as her twin sped up and jumped landing her double axel perfectly. She didn’t jump as high but she turned extremely fast. Her pirouettes were spectacular and Kimberly sometimes wondered how her sister didn’t get dizzy.

Kylie was completely at ease with her curvaceous body; and she truly looked like a young woman. Kim was awkward in her own body; she was gangly and almost flat in the chest. The thing about being a dancer. When she compared herself to her sister – which was all the time – Kim couldn’t help thinking she was coming short. One might almost doubt they were twins.

Thankfully their parents finally allowed Kylie to stop dancing. It was getting annoying and distracting to have all the guys check out her sister instead of practicing. And she felt like she was competing with Kylie all the time. She hated that.

Kylie seemed so happy about the music lessons: she didn’t appear to mind that most people were a lot younger than her. She didn’t seem to care about the fact that she wasn’t going to make a career out of it. Kimberly wouldn’t have dared. She’d spent so much time practicing, honing her skills in both dancing and ice skating for the specific purpose of being a dancer or an ice skater. She would have been terrified to drop one and start something new. But then Kylie always seemed to master every new trick, every new knowledge easily. Kimberly had to work at it.

So what if she’d been so afraid of her sister’s easy manner, she’d started hanging around with other girls at school? At least people wouldn’t think they couldn’t live without the other. It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other; they did. But it was so awkward to always be compared with your twin.

In response to Joey (covering for Linda G Hill)’s Saturday stream of consciousness prompt awkward and to the Daily Post writing prompt graceful


2 Comments Add yours

  1. joey says:

    Glad you joined in 🙂
    I can see how these things work from the perspective of having three daughters — makes me glad to be an only at times. Must surely be worse for twins. Your piece was a great example.

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    1. Thank you very much. Not part of a set myself but being the oldest of three (not the boldest 😜) we’ve all been compared to the others by teachers, coaches and family too sometimes.

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