My looks don't cause self esteem issues for me, but they are cause for quite a bit of worry.
I have always thought that people were staring at me, but I thought that I was being ridiculous and self-conscious/centered. Though over the past year, several people have pointed out that people were, in fact, staring at me. I even somehow managed to warrant the comment "holy ****, did you see that guy?" once while simply walking through a bookstore.
I don't think it's so much my looks. I look pretty regular, I'd say (save that for my age I very rarely dress casually). It must be the way I carry myself, or the look on my face. I have started to analyze it and have come to the conclusion that I terrify other people. In a parking lot, I often hear car doors lock just before I pass them. On the sidewalk, people will often cross the street to avoid me. Mothers will be sure to put themselves between me and their child when we pass. It's sometimes funny, but more often it stabs just a little. I'm perfectly harmless, but I don't think I'll ever be seen that way.
I guess I just look creepy. Even if i change into bluejeans and t-shirts or whatever they are wearing these days, I will still have my face, and I will still look like someone just died.
I feel like a trespasser constantly. If people look at me, I feel as if I have committed some sin in their eyes, just by being seen. Does anyone else feel like that? It's something like being a spy, and worrying constantly that you'll be found out.
Another odd thing: People on the street have on many occasions tried to buy drugs from me, even though I am not a drug dealer. Cops constantly stop and search me, and twice I have even been mistaken for a sex worker. I'm afraid that the problem is so deep that there is no redemption.
Needless for me to say, it's very difficult for me to get work when I need to.
In the past I had real problems, though. I was skinny, but thought I was fat. I nearly starved myself. I'd pinch my stomach and if there was any skin between my fingers, I was fat. When I was finally happy with my body, my face looked like a skull and I was always tired.
That's over now, but I do still feel fat even though I am not. I tend to wear loose clothes because of it, and always long sleeves. I do not own a pair of shorts. But at least I'm not starving anymore.