I was beautiful, but am not anymore.
As a child, adults seemed to conflate beauty with 'goodness', and frequently favour and praise me for qualities not wholly related to appearance. I was always considered honest, well-behaved, clever and kind. While I was all of these things, so were lots of my less beautiful peers, who weren't frequently gushed over in the same way. I think it had the effect of making me warmer and more complimentary to others, which increased my attractiveness and sustained/increased the warmth and praise I received. I'm sure this cycle is pretty common and that, sadly, the opposite is also true.
I received a lot of attention from men and was approached frequently wherever I went. I mostly enjoyed it but, as a teen and young adult, a number of close friends stopped seeing me because their boyfriends paid me too much attention, which was hard.
Everybody in the street stared, which made me distractingly self-conscious, so it was quite a relief, several years ago, to notice that I'd become invisible (until I opened my mouth).
I don't mind not being 'beautiful' beautiful now. It'd probably only lead to mischief. I don't know whether I could be faithful through the most difficult periods of my marriage if men were professing their undying love and kneeling to kiss my toes on the bus like they did in the old days 