My sister is exquisitely beautiful, with an almost exotic look. She does not always realize her own beauty, but recently is becoming more comfortable in her own skin. The evidence is in the tactful, but semi naked, pictures she sent me. It is just not the curve of her hip, the swell of her beasts, the deep dark eyes, the long and almost always perfect hair.
She is intelligent, quick witted, humorous. She has a loud voice and an even louder laugh. She quirks up an eyebrow that conveys a whole paragraph in meaning. She excitedly talks with her hands. She loves, hopes, optimistically. She's always up for adventures and very often creates chaos that she miraculously escapes from unscathed. She's impulsive. Caring and considerate. She has a great "O" face that she displays when drunk for giggles, that she disliked immediately upon seeing a picture of. She used to say her makeup was her best asset, refused to believe it couldn't be an asset.
She refuses to bow down, to be judged, to be swayed. She's opinionated and feisty.
She may be taller than me (by just a smidgen) but she's my little sister, my cohort in crime, and my first experience taking care of (BTW, I failed miserably at it) another person.