A very telling tale, Hilary. At age nineteen, my younger sister worked as a swimsuit model. We were seventeen months apart. My father called my little sis his “beauty.” I was “tiger” or “ace.” My best friend since kindergarten was elected Homecoming Queen at both our high school and community college. A college professor once referred to me as my friend’s “sidekick.” My parents’ comments about neighbors or community members often focused on looks before intelligence, kindness, or integrity. I am guilty of filling my wrinkles instead of my self-esteem. Thank you for your insightful post.