There was a time when I was a kid that I didn’t like my long crooked toes (or the fact I was taller than my elementary school teachers, or the fact that I was good at art, a mere “hobby”).
While it is such a relief to be on this side of that story as an adult, I am still shedding remnants of that negative habit pattern. Slivers of insecurities that are not mine, were never mine; taken from adult remarks or peer evaluations or images on the television.
Remember that today when you look in the mirror and self criticize, no matter how trivial the issue. You are not your insecurities. You are perfect. Now go do something you want to do.