Might be a bit of a strange one but need to articulate this.
Collected a pair of leather trousers and a leather jacket (long forgotten tbh) which I used to wear in my motorbiking days.
Went to put the trousers away and was gobsmacked at how truly tiny they are. Ditto the jacket which won't really go over one arm these days let alone anything else.
Anyway, not bragging but it just suddenly hit me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the way I looked back then.
Nevertheless, my overriding memory of that time is of feeling really fat frumpy and unattractive.
All keenly encouraged by the men in my life who, despite being far from perfect specimens themselves felt it necessary to openly and underhandedly make me think I was fat frumpy and all the rest of it.
And what's worse is I bloody believed the idiots 
Hopping mad really that its taken me so long to see it really.
They didn't deserve to share my exhaust smoke let alone my life and bed!!
It seems insight can come from the most unexpected places and or items.
Sorry for weirdy post but really wanted to get that out into the world!
I know one thing, I may be a size 20 for now but the next bloke who thinks he's entitled to critique me is getting kneed in the groin 