“If you literally can’t conform to social norms and expectations, you luck out of them. You might deal with them as external obstacles. But you never ingest the poison.” This was definitely one of the hidden blessings of being the tallest kid in the 6th grade and one of the tallest kids, in my high school, male or female. Then I had a child on the autism spectrum and the forced non-comformity continued — another blessing in disguise.
My gf who is an escort says that clients apologize all of the time for not being better in shape, for having a scar, for not looking like something airbrushed out of a magazine — and those are the men! Apparently, most people loathe their own appearance and that is really sad.