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Why do we want to be pretty? More specifically--why do I want to be pretty?
It's a question I've asked myself many times, especially as I've wandered further along my path of transition.
Partially, I suppose, it is a reaction to societal demands. Even in my previous guise as a male, I was aware of my appearance. In my younger years, I pushed the limits and in my everyday life, I wore clothing more appropriate for the stage of a rock concert than a trip to the mall. I drew a lot of stares, got a LOT of comments. The most welcome of those came from cis women who often judged me "pretty."
Little did they or anyone else know how much I relished hearing that word. It made me feel as if I was one of them.
Age takes its toll, though, and maintaining the easy luster of youthful beauty becomes a chore. By middle age, most cis men often give up the battle and succumb to the weight gain, the wrinkling, the receding hairlines. Cis women generally fight on and the entire cosmetic and fashion industries are built upon their chase after immortal beauty. The societal perceptions of womanly perfection.
Yet, I always envied them. I wanted to be them. I was them, although nobody saw it outwardly.
One of the great joys that has come with coming out as transgender is that I can pursue prettiness openly. A large part of the euphoria I feel from being trans is that I now embrace the pent-up desires I have to buy fashionable clothing and makeup. I literally feel the endorphins coursing through me as I put on my face and slip into a tight, sexy outfit. Get over it, world! I am woman, hear me roar!
As with everything, though, there is another side to this pursuit of prettiness. The side that reminds me that prettiness is a social construct. A construct of a society that routinely rejects my very existence. So, why do I bend to their expectations of beauty?
I suppose it comes down to pretty privilege.
These are the thoughts of Harley Preston, a transgender model, writer, and activist writing for COVETEUR. To the point--by any estimation, Preston is pretty. Very pretty. And in some ways, that bothers her.
Preston's experience rings true. A good transgender friend of mine--an unequivocally beautiful woman--began transitioning in her mid-twenties and started on HRT soon after. And she has related almost exactly the same reactions from others as Preston. The way she put it to me: Guys started "cornering" her in bars in the months after her HRT effects began manifesting. While shy, introverted, and dateless in her male days, she became hotly pursued and has more male suitors than she can handle.
Preston has the self-awareness to realize what her readers are thinking. Even as she acknowledges how her personal beauty allows her all the privileges of "passing" for a cis woman, she rails against the existence of that privilege. Like she said: Easy for her to say, because even as she wrote those words, she knows she will still garner the benefits of "pretty privilege" when she goes out into the public. An option us less-pretty people don't have.
This is a thought-provoking article and I recommend reading it fully. I believe Preston's heart is in the right place, but her words ring a bit disingenuous. Unless she decides to give up the pursuit of prettiness, of trying to conform to society's definition of it, she is implicitly reinforcing society's concept. You can't have it both ways.
Personally, I don't have the same compunctions as Preston. I am not that pretty and my efforts to look pretty are based upon MY perceptions, not those of the society as a whole.
I mean--how often do you see other mature women in goth clothes and makeup shopping at Walmart?
--- Anni â§
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