I'm fine, though that's very unusual. I know I must add that it's not that I think I'm beautiful--I'm not by any means, and can detail my flaws as my model mom pointed them out to be enough times--but I know I'm pleasant enough for most to look at. (And let me say right here that looks do matter, and women can be just as shallow as men in this regard. Even babies react to appearances, and likewise, cuter babies get better attention than their less cute fellows.)
It could be that I don't place such importance and self-esteem upon relationships, but I think what it actually is was being raised by my model mother. She put up with such abuse in the modelling industry that I couldn't imagine putting up with it myself. She views what she endured with pride, like a mountain climber overcoming a mountain (though she never got to be as famous as she hoped), but I have too much self-respect to willingly endure what she did from modeling agencies, other models, and the like. When she often criticized my looks and saying why I couldn't be a model like her, she'd then talk wistfully of her glory days which were so horrid sounding to me (though she liked it) that I felt more like I dodged a bullet that I didn't have to worry about my mom trying to force me into that at some point.
She shared a lot about the beauty industry as well, like how she had to stay in one position for hours while a professional crew worked on her (before photoshop, though modelling life sounds remarkably the same despite the technology should change it significantly, at least off the live runways) and then they'd apply one piece of cosmetics, just a dab in addition to all the other cosmetics applied to her, to advertise that one product with the false message that if you bought that makeup then you could look a lot like her. Same for clothing and many other things. (It also gobsmacks me how many people think that models look the same at home as when they're on the job.)
I've always wanted to get my mom's reaction to this video, because even though Mom considers her modeling days as her glory days, I couldn't help but be reminded of them (when I hadn't thought of them in years) when I saw this:
As a result, when I look at ads put out by the beauty industry, I view them through a very cynical lens and feel sorry for the models (though I know many of them are proud to be where they are) and know it's a bunch of illusions (especially in these days of photoshop). And I think that deprives the beauty industry of power over me. (Likewise my mom smoked Virginia Slims, a cigarette promoted to her in fashion magazines, and when I looked through a woman's magazine that advertised her brand of cigarettes with "Find Your Voice" I silently thought in response, "Through your hacking cough." It was just another lie to me.)
I know that in prosperous times men tend to go "metrosexual" (called by other names decades and centuries past), but I hope the beauty industry fails to capture the male market as thoroughly as it has the female. Men have enough problems as it is without that (so do women, actually, but right now that's one of them).