Sisters and shoes

Today I'm wearing my favorite dark red mary jane clogs. I love them, but when I look down while I'm walking, I see that in these shoes I walk the way my younger sister walks, a jerky heel-toe slapping walk. She always wears these impossible tiny shoes. I hate that I walk like her. I have always been the cute but dorky middle sister with two stunning and stylish sisters. I envy them but I also want to be different from them, so it makes me feel great and terrible at the same time when I find myself resembling one of them.