I think it's only natural for people in an intimate relationship to objectify each other to some extent. Lust tends to narrow one's perspective down quite a bit and, personally, it's a setting that can be explored and enjoyed very much if you approach it without negative connotations.
If you're not feeling admired 'outside of the bedroom' for other characteristics and abilities, then that is something else. I wouldn't be able to deal with that, either. Maybe you should send your ex a blow-up doll with a photo of your face pasted onto the head along with a note saying that you'll be otherwise engaged that weekend, but maybe he'd be happier taking along your effigy instead.
As for objectification by people I don't know well and/or strangers, I really couldn't care less how they see me. As women, I think we need to be aware that we have always been objectified - either as saints or sinners, so to speak. I think it behooves us to understand this reasonably and not allow ourselves to be defined by it - which is a true hazard, esp. in this age of hyper-objectification. Everyone in 'the public eye' is objectified now, not just women and this trend has had some normalizing influences on our society, I think.
So all that is kind of just rambling on, I guess. But the gist is:
1. in the right situation, I love being objectified
2. it's my ballgame and anyone who doesn't get it, can kiss my ass