Sorry I offended folks so that they needed to launch into that "you are beautiful, you just have to believe" nonsense.
Enough people told me throughout my entire life that I was ugly that I had no other choice but to believe it. Oh, sure a few times I lashed out with "If you think I'm so ugly don't look at me!" But that didn't take away the sting. And my being ugly had nothing to do with how much I weighed. I did take pride in the few things I had that were beautiful: my hair, my teeth once they were straightened (they're not straight anymore, though), my feet (I think Hobbit feet are the best feet.)
And who were these people? Parents, grandparents, siblings, neighbors, adults/children at school, pretty much everybody. If that many unrelated people can enumerate all the same exact ugly parts of you, even when you are walking around feeling pretty darn good that day and they still tell you, there must be some truth to it. I don't worry about it much anymore. It is what it is, I am what I am. I still am surprised when people tell me I'm beautiful, but then I have heard that people fall in love with others who resemble people they loved as children. Even ugly people are loved. Nowadays, I think having been ugly makes me a more interesting person.
Female, 5'3", 50, Max squat: 202.5lbs. Max deadlift: 225 x 3.