I grew up feeling like I was ugly. I was surrounded by beautiful people, and compared myself, negatively to my beautiful mother, handsome, charismatic father, and my movie-star gorgeous brother, who is almost 6 years older. I have an odd nose, and had to wear braces for three years, from age 13 to 16 so I know I had an odd complex about beauty, and was very self conscious.
Looking back on my pictures, I was really pretty. My complex was silly, but it still affects me, even now. I am very visual and see people's looks before their personality.
Because of my childhood obsession, I thought I had to have a good personality and sense of humor, or I was sunk in life.
So far so good.