Long ago and far away, a teacher told me I couldn’t play the romantic lead in our school play because I “have that Meryl Streep look” and as a teenager I was deeply hurt. I knew what she meant, that I had a prominent nose and an odd look. She was mean and she didn’t like me. She wanted to make me feel bad and at the time it worked.
As an adult, it’s one of the best compliments I’ve ever received — made even better because she meant to hurt me with it.