Another thing about being a teacher is that,, you just have to accept your body and you have to accept it ugly. No one has ever pointed out my physical flaws more times than my 7,8,9 years old. And you have to hear it, acknowledge it, and answer it.
I have never liked my facial hair. "Teacher, why do you have a beard and a moustache?" Because women have facial hair too and it's natural.
I have been anorexic. "Teacher, why do you have such a big tummy?" Because every body is different and it looks different at different times and in different positions.
I look better with glasses. I look better without glasses. I should do more make-up. I shouldn't do make-up. I look bad in red lipstick. And so on, and on, and on...
And genuinely, it has stopped bothering me. They don't mean to hurt me. They are making observations and giving opinions. I get unique opportunities to set example how they should see a body, how they should react when someone criticises their looks.
But, to give them justice, no one has ever called me beautiful and good and just loved me so purely like they do. Overall, a win.