why can't I be beautiful?

I often wonder this question when I stare in the mirror, "why don't I look like her?" or "why aren't I as pretty as her" or "why don't my clothes look as nice as hers". Its a hard concept for me to grasp, as those questions run through my head, I don't have answers, nor does anyone else. The truth is apparent and inevitable, I am not as pretty as her, I don't look like her, and my clothes don't look as nice as her.BUT - my question also would have to be "who is she", who am I basing all of this on? No, it's not in on a super model, or an actress, because I am not stupid and know that is not realistic. I am basing it on the people in my surroundings.When asking those questions, I'm really meaning "Why isn't my hair as Nice as Christines" or "why aren't my thighs as small as jenns " or "why don't I take amazing pictures like Cat" and my favourite "why aren't I as tall as Emily"I may never have answers, why I lack what those around me don't. I might never smile at the fact I am not like them, or look like them. I might not be able to look in the mirror and see something beautiful ever, and that makes me sad.Tonight at youth group we were supposed to write, why we are beautiful. Not even just apperance, but personality, seven reasons why we're beautiful! Emily got five, Rachel got seven, and Jenna got seven. You know what? I didn't even get one..While they are pouring their hearts out and confessing why they think they're beautiful, I am sitting their pondering what I will write as my first point, and absolutely nothing comes to mind -NOW THAT IS SAD.I can't think of even one reason why I am beautiful, if that isn't pathetic what is? I am not saying it for a pity party, or so you're all like "oh you're beautiful " and lie to make me feel better. I know the truth, I am used to the truth, and I truly see no good in myself, it is not a crave for attention, but by writing this it is a way to let it out.Hopefully one day, I can write seven reasons why I am beautiful, until then - i'll find a way too deal with my overflowing self hatred.