I've always thought of being ugly; possibly I suffered of dysmorphic syndrome; I was obsessed: my nose, my ears, or my chin, the shades on my face when walking under lights. When I got out of the closet, I realized that people didn't dislike me (to the point that it costed me a physical abuse).
Later I had a few soap opera actors interested, but I had to decline due to the trauma I went through.
I still think I'm not attractive but I don't care any more.
Health is the true treasure, not beauty.