My sister was dubbed the good girl. She always did what she was told and behaved like she was expected to behave and said what she thought others wanted to hear. I always marched to my own beat. Said what was on my mind. Did what I wanted to do no matter what others thought. I still do. I was dubbed stubborn and head-strong.
When referring to my sister in my presence my mother always says "your sister is so sweet." To which I always ask, if she's sweet, then what am I? My mother always responds, "well, not sweet."
My sister has never lived the life she wanted to live. She cries a lot. Plays the victim a lot. My mom still says that she's the good daughter.
Conversely, though, she says that out of all her seven children, I have always been the happiest, the strongest, and most independent.
I don't know what my point is exactly, I just thought I'd share.