“Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.” Love’s Labour’s Lost, his Shakeyness.
A few of Shakespeare’s pieces reiterate this message, most famously Sonnet 130. At first read he compares his, presumably, wife disparagingly to a selection of beauty standards. Looking in more detail, especially the last stanza, you see that in fact he praises that he loves her for her own beauty, not something overly romanticised or impossible.
It’s curious how that message, of loving who you are, is still something people struggle with today. Whether it is your race, size, orientation, or religion we still compare ourselves, and others, to these dizzy goddess like social standards.
Sadly, if this is something Shakespeare wrote about, around 1588-1597 so 420 + years ago, I doubt there’ll be much more progress in my life time.