I want to pick up on what Angie said in response to lisap:
"Lisa, I am empathetic to how you feel, and understand that feelings of such strong discontentment do not change overnight. It's a shame - and hard to believe - that you of all people feel this way, when all we see is a devastatingly attractive, pulled together, and stylish women with lots of sass and verve. I will spend my life telling you that - and hope that one day you will believe it too. I am tenacious will not give up that hope."
Here's the thing, though. Poor self esteem can come from all kinds of places, and it doesn't matter how much positive reinforcement you get from the world if that voice in your head is Intent on taking you down.
Angie, I totally agree with with your observation elsewhere that taking an interest in personal style fosters positive body image and outward self confidence. I discovered this at a very young age, and dressing well has always led me to take pleasure in my appearance even though I've never considered myself a great beauty,
Nonetheless, I identify with lisap and others, because we're all subject to this barrage of criticism about how we're supposed to behave and punished if we don't measure up. For instance, apparently the world thinks I'm glamorous and talented, but most of the time I feel like a freak. Honestly, I'd love to be able to fit in and have a steady job, but I've tried that and been fired more times than I care to count. People think I'm fearless for doing my own thing but I'm not that either. I do what I do because I can't do anything else. Wouldn't know how.
I've spent the last two years healing from a number of devastating losses and trying to find a new career direction. Things seem to be going well right now, thanks in part to a sympathetic therapist helping me come to terms with my particular pathology, and finding new strategies for dealing with it. But those voices persist, and they manifest as all kinds of anxieties, social and otherwise.
The point I'm trying to make is that the impact you have on the outside world is pretty much irrelevant to how you experience it yourself. I can never see the Liz that the people around me see. I'll only ever see her from the inside out.