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Pretty is not something I often feel
Heather Ryan writes from the perspective of the plus-sized woman, and I guess I know something about that life, being somewhat large myself. It's not the same, but I think I understand something of how she feels.
I have not entered into any sort of a relationship since my marriage ended. I've had one casual hookup, and kissed a couple of people, but I've not dated or gotten as far as being "involved" with anyone. I'm not sure I know how anymore. I miss certain elements of being in a relationship, but I just don't know if I'm capable anymore.
The woman I married knew what I was when we tied the knot. I think she knew better than I did, yet she still tried to engineer it out of me. "I don't need you to do that anymore" was a common refrain. I know better now. Anyone I was to become involved with now would have to know all, and accept me, and love me for things to work. "Maybe I'm just 2 demanding," so the song goes, but I've become an all or nothing lover, and I don't want it any other way.
It's not like I haven't been attracted to anyone. It's just that my feelings are seldom reciprocated. There are always caveats. Can't be in a relationship with anyone I work with. A lot of women who like me are turned off by the gender identity stuff. I mean, they're cool with me being the way I am; they just don't want to be with me that way. Some men find me attractive, but either they like the male side of me and not the female, or they're turned off because I'm too far to the male side of the spectrum to be attractive to them. Those guys who used to message me on Facebook were much the same.
I can definitely relate to not feeling pretty. It's not that I see myself as ugly. I like to think my inner beauty at least partly shines through to the outside. It's this body that puts me off myself. I've got great legs, and all the walking has certainly helped me there. My lumpy torso, on the other hand... It's frustrating.
During my one of my trips out in January, I bought a new bra from Victoria's Secret. I remember being overjoyed that they had something I could wear. I got one of their "Biofit Uplift" bras. "Biofit Uplift" is fancy VS language for "push-up". I've never worn a push-up bra before, at least not with real breast forms, and so I wasn't prepared for the "uplift" feature. One of the last times I tried to go out, I had to keep changing my top because of the bra. I could've gotten away with showing a bit of cleavage, except that my breasts don't look that realistic without fabric covering them. I ended up changing both the bra and my top, so it ceased to be an issue, but it left me feeling depressed, and that led to me canceling the trip outright.
Last month I went out to Skeptics in the Pub. Walking from the bus stop to the bar, I bumped into a pleasant-seeming fellow who walked with me a ways before turning home. We had a nice chat, I thought, except that he seemed to want me to come home with him, and I was reluctant to run off with a complete stranger. I do have some feminine instincts. Leaving out the usual self-preservation stuff, I didn't go with him because I got a little of a "tranny chaser" vibe from him. Maybe I read him wrong, but I don't want to be with somebody who just wants me for the novelty of sleeping with a girl who has something extra. I did give him my phone number, but it's almost a month on, and I haven't heard from him. I guess I sent him all the wrong signals, too.
