I was considered beautiful as a teenager and into my early 30's. One man told me that I was the most beautiful woman in the city. I look back and I can see it - I couldn't at the time. I did a little modeling but loathed it.
Now? My big boobs make me look bigger than I am, my 'prettiest eyes I've ever seen' (another stranger compliment) are tired-looking, I'm a little heavier, my hair that people once asked to touch is usually scraped in a band. In short, my beauty was very youth-based, I think.
I don't wear make-up really, I'm absolutely not interested in being attractive to anyone except my DH. I dress to conceal my figure, rather than show it off. I could look good and turn the odd head if I pulled out the stops, but I know that I pretty much blend into the background now, and that's fine.
So yes, I've been beautiful and now I'm not. I prefer being not. I hated the constant male attention: several times as a teenager, men stopped their cars and tried to actually touch me - just absolutely awful.
I know two women who I consider beautiful - they don't have to do a thing, the world almost stops around them just to gaze. They are both intelligent, wonderful, kind Latina women. They know the effect they have, but it's natural and not because they seek it out. One of them overcompensates with female friends, and is excessively smiley and self-depracting to redress some kind of unspoken balance.