Imagine being conventionally pretty. I don’t know why I’m so angry at myself for not being conventionally pretty; it’s not as though I can help it. The way I look is a combination of luck, genetics, and environment. (Although the highlighted hair and the specs are a choice. And the excess fat is a bad choice. But even if I lost a lot of weight, I’d still be the same shape and I’d still have the same face and I’d still have the same natural pout. So I dunno.) Being conventionally pretty probably makes life easier but I’m not conventionally pretty so maybe I just suck it up and be a man. (I am reasonably comfortable with my gender.)
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