Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: I drive an old beater. What does that say about me?

If you are what you drive, then I’m in big trouble.
See, I operate a beige 2001 Toyota Corolla. You can hardly describe it as driving. There’s just no getting around it. That car is nearly as old as my daughter, Curly Girl, and a lot less attractive. It’s usually dirty, but you can’t really tell, because it’s already the vibrant color of dust.
To make matters worse, it has a significant dent in the left front fender, and I can’t justify getting it fixed becaus