A discovery this morning - my sister is one of those people. Not one of /those/ people (aka Hairspray people) but one of those people. You know the ones. The ones who can climb out of bed in the morning, and look gorgeous, before even stumbling into the bathroom. Her hair hangs beautifully and blonde down, no stray hairs, no fuzzy-ness. She doesn't have huge bags under her eyes, like me, and her skin is practically flawless. Somehow, even when wearing a too small pair of pyjama bottoms and a massive old white shirt with red hearts on it, she looks stunning. You just know that she's going to be one of those people that everyone's attracted to as she gets older. As opposed to me, who gets up and her hair is this fuzzy, tangled web of yuck. Who's eyes are overwhelmed by the black circles under her eyes, and who stares at herself in the mirror cursing the moment she got out of bed.

Why is it that my sister got all the pretty genes?