I'm tired of looking up into those starry eyes.

Today has been okay. I'm currently reading a novel written from the perspective of a sexually and intellectually precocious young teenager, 1st person, diary format.
Sound familiar? I thought so. Unfortunately, the main character is male. The main female character is, unfortunately, that elusive mix of beautiful and intelligent. She's the object of several character's affections- and I have to wonder what it is about me that does not have men falling at my feet?
Tomorrow is picture day and I look upon with the same vague horror as all unattractive girls do. Today I had to sit sandwiched between my ex-boyfriend and his best friend on the bus. The ex himself seized the opportunity to make several disparaging comments about my physique, some of which were completely untrue and some of which... were not.
I've been reflecting on myself a lot recently due to the frequency with which I am novels in which there is romance (it's important to differentiate between the former and a 'romance novel', which I despise).
I'm fairly confident in my personality- I would want to fuck me, if it were purely based on personality. I'm wickedly funny, incredibly intelligent, and just plain awesome.
That leaves my undesirable traits to lie in the realm of the physical- a weak point for me. I stared at myself in the mirror for what felt like a long time today and highlighted some strong and weak points. (It's important to note that I never wear makeup except for the occasional lipstick)
My body from the neck down is, I think, good. I have rather perky and average sized breasts, small pink nipples and minimal stretch marks. My ass, is, while flatter than average, able to fill out a pair of jeans. My legs, squishy though they may be, are visually smooth and firm. Their one problem is I have scratches pretty much all over them, which I am working on improving. However, I don't think that's a particularly important asset.
Now up to the face. My lips are fairly full, not pale, generally pretty good. My nose, is fairly nondescript. Cute, I guess. There is nothing physically wrong with it. My eyes I have always considered to be a good feature of mine. They're large, blue-green and are framed by rather long and full eyelashes- which I have been complimented on, thank you very much. Now on to my two problem areas- my skin and my hair. My skin, while capable of tanning pleasantly, is rather oily and acne ridden. Examining the acne, it's not unusually terrible but it is noticeable and I'm not terribly sure how to fix it, because I do try.
And then my hair. My hair, while an attractive color, in my opinion, is not particularly straight or curly, mostly straight I guess. It's currently a bit too long, but beside that, it gets unbearably frizzy pretty much the moment I start to do anything. Isn't this supposed to be a problem only girls with curly hair get? I guess not. It's horribly frizzy, even if when I stepped out the door it looked fairly nice. It looks within an hour like I never comb it. I'm serious. It's a problem.
And that's it! tada! It doesn't seem so bad now that I've put it in writing, but it certainly looks bad. I just feel as though the reason exactly two boys in my lifetime have been romantically/sexually attracted to me is almost certainly attached to my appearance. I wish I could read minds, vain though it sounds, so that I could know what people actually think of me. I really, really, really want to know. But of course, since I don't actually know a whole lot of sociopaths, I'll never know.
And that's the angst of the day!