Honey,
I know exactly from where you come, and to make things worse, my sister was gorgeous! Well, let me tell you, I decided to change things. I got some work done, both surgically and cosmetically, and guess where I am now? Just guess! An unemployed alcoholic and drug addict with fake breasts who gets a *first* date because she still (manages) to look good enough, but NEVER gets a second date or any respect. I have no friends. My family barely speaks to me. Let me tell you, plastic surgery, highlights and make up are not going to make your life better. The bitter reality is that I fell into that trap, spent all of that money, and I'm still lonely, isolated, vulnerable, depressed, and i still hate myself. Beauty is not the answer to self esteem. I don't know what is. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't be a useless, "pretty" drug addicted lush right now. Hey babe, it could be worse. You could be me.