As so often happens, by chance yesterday, Liz and I started talking about expectations and how they affect growing up transgender, or as a cross dresser. Being a cis woman, her idol for a long time was Christie Brinkley. Then of course, harsh reality set in and she learned she would never achieve the lofty heights of Brinkley's beauty.
As we compared mental notes, we began to connect the dots between growing up cis, versus transgender.
I said, Raquel Welch was, (and is) the cis woman of my dreams. I often wondered what I could ever give up to look like her for one day.
Like so many dreams, unrealistic expectations come and go, but if you are creative and persistent, realistic expectations can be achieved.
First of all, I had to learn what looking good (for a man in a dress) meant, then begin to discover the hard way what my positives were. Examples were, people told me I had wonderful eyes and I started to play them up. More importantly, I learned to dress for other women and not how my male self would view me. In other words, Raquel had to go away, to be replaced by the desire to blend in with other women around me.
To my surprise, over time, I couldn't believe the expectations I did achieve.
Sorry Raquel, still love you. Just not as much :).