I'm very open about the fact that it's nice when someone says you're pretty. Especially for someone like me.
I don't need protecting. I am not the girl you save. I am fine.
My gut tells me everything I need to know.
I can't give more than I have. It doesn't matter if I am the most beautiful person in the room. There is inevitably going to be somebody way shinier and more tan than my pasty self.
Work helps. So does exercise. Stuff that numbs you, keeps you from thinking too much.
Everyone is just nicer to prettier people.