My sense of identity has always been connected positively to my brains and mostly negatively/indifferently to my looks. From early childhood, people always thought of me as the smart one, and I've come to internalize this view. My looks were never that bad, but rather unexceptional, I guess. As a teenager, my body image was horrible, and I didn't really put any efforts into the thin/beautiful image (oh, how I would have loved to BE thin/beautiful - back then I would have gladly given half of my IQ for that - but I just didn't think there was any chance).
Instead, I tried to impress with my dashing wit
and got pretty good at giving sensible advice and listening to/analyzing everyone's problems. This makes for good friends, but the romantic attention of teenage boys - not so much. Most of my teenage years were spent pining after some male buddy or other who invariably would hook up with the cute, dull girl. Oh well. At least they came to me with their relationship woes. Nice.
Today, it's still my cognitive abilities that are best developed, but I find I've made big improvements in the emotional area and with my body image. Very slowly (and with the help of an endlessly patient husband) I've come to see myself as pretty, or sometimes even beautiful.
As for the not stopping traffic - in some ways I'm glad about that now, having seen one very stunning friend of mine being constantly hit on by sleazebags and predators who seem to think that a woman's beauty makes her an object or some kind of prey. It's a good thing she *also* is very smart and assertive and has no problem shooting these guys down, but if she were dumb and naive, she'd be in big trouble...