Am I being too much anyway?

You know, there are days when it feels like life just isn't fair and there's nothing you can do about it. It's been that way with me forever, and I hate it. Like last week, we had a mock un thing at our college, and I was one of the liaison officers. We had around 3-4 committees, and in my committee, we had 5-6 liaison officers. Our job was to pass notes between members-because during the meeting they can't talk to each other-and I really took it seriously. I ran around like a mad person, enjoying every moment of it. So naturally, I thought that after everything, someone would have noticed my efforts and left me an appreciation note or something. But nope, not even close. The only thing that came in was the same old, "She's so pretty," from one of those liaison officers who just showed up for the fun part and didn't do much work at all. I get it,I don't want to be called "pretty" or anything like that-I really just wanted someone to see my hard work and say something nice about it. But maybe I'm overthinking this whole pretty privilege thing? At the same time, I feel terrble for complaining. Maybe I am looking for attention becuase I enjoyed doing the job so much. Why would words matter if I liked what I was doing anyway? But still, I can't shake this feeling of being overoloked and unappreciated, which is weird because deep down, I know I did good work.