When I was 17, all I wanted was to look like Blake Lively. Because she's babely as hell, obviously.
Looking back, I can point out the blaring, painfully obvious fact that didn't occur to me at the time: I would never look like her. For the sole reason that I am not a tall, slim, leggy blonde with chest implants and a flawless nose courtesy of plastic surgery, and never will be. Duh.
I could punish myself with endless cardio until my poor body couldn't take it anymore, keep dyeing my hair, starve myself until I was fainting in public, force the pounds on the scale to drop alarmingly quickly until I successfully fit into a size 2 pair of jeans - and I did, but for what? Sure, I was 35 pounds smaller than now, but I was also miserable, unhealthy, AND still didn't look like Blake, so I guess that was a fail on that front.
How much stress and mental punishment I could've saved my younger self, you know, if I had just accepted the fact that I looked like me and not like her, and how perfectly okay this was. As for all that energy I had put into trying to look more like someone I wasn't? That should've been channeled into building the best possible version of myself.
Comparing ourselves to others will always be a losing battle and a never-ending source of pain. Really, at the end of the day, the only person you should be trying to one up is a previous version of yourself. And if being 'pretty' is the be all and end all of your goals and the best thing you have going for you, it might be time to take a good hard look at what kind of human you're aspiring to be. Because I can assure you, you are so much more than what you look like. To think that something as simple as what you were born with is the most you have to offer the world, well, that's just missing the whole damn point isn't it?