In the wonderful book I read last year THE GREENGAGE SUMMER, the protagonist, a girl named Cecil, the second oldest among 5 children thrown into dire straits, is having a distraught moment. The Mystery Man who has befriended the children for the summer is comforting her. She cries to him, referring to her beautiful older sister, “I’m not beautiful like Joss.” He kisses her and says, “No, you are beautiful like Cecil.”
If you ever find yourself comparing yourself disfavorably to someone, someone real or just some image you have wished you could live up to, you can tell yourself, “I’m not beautiful like her. I’m beautiful like [your name here].”
Tytania 