No.
I had jet black lanky hair, dirty dishwater colour eyes, tall as a man, freckles, goofy, one skewiff eye, huge wonky nose, dangerously skinny, flatchested, highly anxious and critically shy.
Convinced I’m ugly my entire life.
Yet I’ve always had very good looking boyfriends 
. The sort who turn heads when they lollop into a room or down the street.
The pretty women from school days are still pretty in their Facebook photos, but the light and sparkle is lost from their eyes as we enter our Fifties this year, and every single of us (bar the very rare few without children), are all overweight.
If only I had realised my figure was actually lovely, looking back.
I was with an abusive boyfriend for several years, and his common retort was, ‘it’s lucky you have a good figure because you’re not generally considered attractive’.
After our first baby, it was straight into, ‘here comes Jabba the Hutt’.
I was a only size 10/12 after my first baby....