I have to ask the question I’m sure you’ve heard a thousand times before:
How did you get to be so gorgeous?
Sorry, it’s a silly question. But it goes through my head every time I look at your pictures. You truly *are* gorgeous. And quite photogenic, too. I love your Gallery shots, particularly ‘practice your truth.’ Your legs, omg — absolutely breathtaking. And in stiletto heels…
Please don’t feel obligated to post my question or to reply. I’ve just so often thought how gorgeous you are that when I saw Ask Hannah! I was compelled to write you.
Well, thank you very much!
Presentation takes time, patience, and money. I don’t think of myself as attractive BUT I am happy with how I look.
Do I look like how I always wanted to look en femme when all of *this* was just a daydream? No. BUT it worked out better, I think. So much about life is learning to accept yourself and to love yourself. It can be humbling to spend so much money on makeup and an outfit only for your reflection to be, well, disappointing. I suppose I am dating myself here but I had wanted to look like Elizabeth Hurley or Sandra Bullock but obviously I don’t.
If we aim for, and expect, perfection we will forever be crushed. But when we do our best with what we have (in life or even just physically) and we accept that, and we embrace that, then we are unstoppable.
It took time to learn the practical aspects of femme presentation as well. Shopping for clothes that fit and wearing clothes that are flattering takes time and a lot of money. We should wear clothes that are our size, not the size we wish to be.
I can’t take credit for my photos. They are taken by my friend who is a professional photographer who really, REALLY knows what she is doing. My makeup is always done by a professional and the clothes I wear do a LOT of the work if you will.
It’s not magic, it’s hard work but isn’t that how magic happens? Dreams don’t work unless you do after all. I wasn’t born looking like I look. On the days I go out I look terrible before I begin the transformation. I look in the mirror and wonder how that person staring back at me could ever hope to be remotely cute.
But over a little time my body changes and my corset shapes me, my breast forms add some curve, and I top it off with my hair and a cute outfit. A makeup artist does the real work.
Once I realize that I am as cute as I could possibly be (I mean, you can only do so much with what you have) then it’s time to just own it. But that part has gotten easier and easier. I love my life, I love going out, and when I am out in the world I am just happy. Happiness and loving yourself leads to confidence and joy which is always more attractive than anything that a mirror can show.
Love, Hannah
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