My dad loved me he just didn't show it. I have two sisters and each of us was made to feel unattractive. Our dad would call us unflattering names. It didn't occur to me that I was attractive until I moved to San Francisco and "stopped traffic". If someone would compliment me I would brush it off and didn't believe it. Growing up I was told by one of my dad's WWII buddies that I would be a heart breaker and later I was so grateful to him. Why couldn't my dad do that?