I think it's great that you think you're gorgeous. I'm sure you are.
I used to think I was gorgeous too but now I'm old not so much and I am a bit disconcerted when I look in the mirror and see, well, not what I'm used to looking back at me. It's quite handy in some ways because I am ignored so can get on with things without interruption or distraction, which is nice when you like doing practical things.
I get what you mean about the double standards though, and you put that across rather well I thought.
Love yourself, you're worth it (but don't boast about it, you have to pretend you just think you're OK).
Love yourself (on society's terms, ie in an unflashy modest, self-effacing way...)
Dare to love yourself and celebrate it in an all out 'I think I'm fabulous' way that sings from the rooftops and expect to be cut down to 'you're nothing special' in an instant.
Tall poppies.