I'm short, plump and not overly attractive.  And I've been sexually assaulted as a toddler (ok, so I was probably cute as a four-year-old), sexually harassed at work and stalked.  I've also dated men way beyond my league in looks and am now incredibly happily married.  When I look at the lives and loves of the rich, famous and beautiful I envy them not a jot, because they don't seem to be as happy in love as I am.  I think looks may get some people further unfairly, but we all get the bad in equal measure, and looks don't guarantee any more happiness.  Of course I always wish to be prettier, but I wouldn't swap my life with that of a prettier girl.