I am sad to say that I sometimes feel the same way. I read about women being catcalled, or casually groped, or looked at like objects, and I am outraged for them. I know this is our society — this is peoples’ truth — but I’ve not experienced it myself. And I am grateful… but in the back of my mind I wonder… does this mean I am less feminine? Unattractive somehow? And like you say, I know my own worth, and I am glad that I know it doesn’t lie in these cultural markers. And I am saddened that there is a voice in the back of my mind that still wonders if something is wrong with me.