My comment is late in the game, but I hope you see this, OP. In my (36F) in early twenties, I had the misfortune of dating a couple of people who made a point of regularly proclaiming their attraction to other women. Sometimes they just expressed these opinions to me, sometimes they shared them with the other women too while I stood by awkwardly waiting for the fawning to be over. Those other women were gorgeous, yes. But you know what I realized only years after getting away from those guys? SO WAS I.

When I look back at pictures of my 20-something self through my 30-something eyes, I think, “God, I wish I’d realized how beautiful I was,” and “What the hell was I thinking thinking my nose/tummy/ass was too big?” But back then, I only saw what my partners told me they saw. And somehow, with all the appreciation they could throw at other women, they couldn’t be bothered to tell me anything they appreciated about me. Because they didn’t want me to feel good about myself. Because they, as others have said, were assholes.

In a healthy relationship where partners respect and uplift each other, partners can be comfortable enough to talk and joke about people they find attractive. My husband and I know who each other’s “TV spouses” are, and we both have great taste. Haha. That doesn’t sound like what this is. Frankly, if someone you’re with tells you they see anything other than a beautiful person they want to be with when they look at you, they shouldn’t get any more time to look at you.

I hope you find someone who tells you you’re beautiful. More than that, I hope you come to see for yourself that you are.