Here is from the other side. I was unusually pretty when I was young. I was Eastern and Western European - mixed.
My life was hell. HELL. From men and women. Men could not control themselves around me.
I was sexually abused many times as a young child.
I was bullied by my own mother and aunties who were jealous of me. (They told me so).
I was bullied badly by girls at school who were jealous of my looks. They also told me so. One girl made my life hell at shool for no reason. And I cried about it alot. Eventually one day - she told me why. She said "I hate how I look - I hate my hair. I wish that I looked like you".
When I was a young adult - again I was sexually abused by men.
In some workplaces - women hated me.
Women can be incredibly cruel. I have had such utter hate directed at me by women.
My life was awful. I never for one moment got to enjoy being pretty. After one particiular sexual assault at a party - I attempted suicide.
I can tell you this - if you are the prettiest in a group of girls - you will receive extreme hatred and brutality. It is a pattern I have seen in many places.
Now I am older, I have several younger cousins. Most of them look ordinarilly pretty. One of them is astoundingly beautiful. She has long curly blonde hair to her bum , and an angelic face. She is stunning. She is 6. When I have been around her house, I have heard her grandfather's friends comment about her in an inappropriate way. I need to watch out for her without being overly protective.
I felt really sad for her, because I know that she is going to be having problems from an early age