I was a very ugly duckling. Bad BAD acne. Gangly.
In my late teens I grew into my looks, my nose, got boobs and hips, and a butt.
I was molested as an awkward child of 10. Raped as an awkward teenager. I don't think those things have anything to do with appearance.
As I got older I both suffered from severe body dysmorphia. I wish I had known how pretty I was..I still struggle sometimes..
A few years of being in hospital for anorexia which somewhat helped.
Now at 46, I still get looks and asked out a lot on the street. I know pretty privilege exists and I admittedly take advantage of it more now.
Maybe as I'm ageing I know it won't last forever, so I am happier to accept that in some ways life is just easier.
I will say I have amazing girlfriends, and have never been treated poorly by most women.
I've had people be mean to me in my life, but far more so when I was young and unattractive. Bullying was brutal when I had bad acne.
I don't think anyone has ever disliked me for being beautiful, or if they are they didn't say so, and I just assumed my personality wasn't for them.