A thing I have noticed...
I really don't like my feet. They are one part of my body I have always just thought of as ugly, plain and simple. I have never been able to wear high heels, and that is one of the bigger "you're not good at being sexy" strikes I hold against myself, too.
But at some point I discovered cool socks. Like tall ones, and socks with cool patterns on them. Eventually socks from places like Spirit Halloween, with Ouija board designs, Beetlejuice, eyeballs, or blood splatters or skulls. Stripes, laces, little buttons at the top. All sorts of interesting socks. Later I would wear them and nothing else at dungeon parties, and often I wear nothing else during sex. It is part of my "cute" to certain others, and somehow it has helped me stop judging my feet. Now don't get me wrong, I still don't LOVE my bare feet. But I spend less time thinking about them, and when I have my socks on, I do love my feet. It's taken a lot of the steam out of that particular piece of self-dislike. I think that most women are critical of our appearances at least in some particulars, it's a pretty ubiquitous part of being female in Western culture. So I value this little "fetish" if you will, just because it's helped me to set aside a hangup I've got about my body. Also, I think that my borderline hypothyroid causes my extremities to feel miserably cold sometimes, so wearing socks helps with that, too.