When my Godson described his new house, he added that it wasn't like mine in a picturesque setting, or that it had a guest room with an en suite bathroom. He was actually making excuses for what he perceived as his humble home.
I was mortified, but also, hand on heart, I bet I was much the same when I was in my early thirties. You can put it down to peer pressure, it's really self imposed pressure.
Nowadays I really couldn't care less what others think, and after a long chat, I like to think that I have convinced my Godson that it's him and his family and their reciprocal love that's worth much, much more than bricks and mortar.
What has taken a lifetime to learn is, it's much easier with age to stick two fingers up to the world and that's laughter is a great tonic, being able to laugh at yourself is greater still.