Before I even saw the world, I was already sharing it
From the womb, my life began beside someone else. We shared space, warmth, and a heartbeat rhythm that grew together. I never knew what it felt like to exist alone — and maybe that’s why connection has always been natural to me.
Growing up as a twin meant sharing everything. Clothes, toys, birthdays, secrets, even attention. People didn’t just see me — they saw us. Sometimes our names were mixed up. Sometimes our achievements were compared. Sometimes it felt like my identity was gently tied to someone else’s.
But that experience shaped me in ways I only understand now.
Constant closeness taught me patience at a young age. It taught me how to compromise without resentment. It taught me how to be considerate because I always had someone beside me.
At times, sharing was hard. I wanted something that was just mine — a moment, a recognition, a space. But even that longing helped me grow. It pushed me to discover my individuality while still honoring the bond we share.
Being a twin taught me balance: how to be deeply connected yet emotionally independent, how to love someone who mirrors parts of me, how to build my own identity without breaking our bond.
From the womb to now, I have learned that sharing doesn’t divide a person — it expands them.
I am part of a pair. But I am still whole.
