Oh beauty... yeah I don't know it's weird. I'll set my bull->-bleeped-<- self-deprecation button aside and say that I've been considered attractive pretty much all my life. I was a super-cute kid, an attractive young man (though I was my least conventionally attractive at this stage), and an even more attractive woman. It's something I'm aware of but also often take for granted.
I answered "Not that important" in the poll because I spend very little time on my appearance. The most you'll see me do is wear lipstick and mascara on a date. But I also know that the reason that's possible is that I have the privilege of looking the way I do. I slept over at my boyfriend's last night and I caught him staring at me with such admiration and desire as I was putting on clothes this morning to go to dance class. And I thought to myself, how many transwomen get to experience this kind of admiration, especially ones who haven't had any surgery except for SRS? I do feel lucky that way.
There are hard things about it though, especially among transwomen. There's a lot of literature that talks about how really attractive women find it hard to make close female friends. I'm above-average among women in general, but I'm aware that I'm exceptional among transwomen, and that's always caused social problems for me. It's isolating sometimes not being able to form close friendships with other transwomen because I trigger jealousy or dysphoria, or I get pursued as a kind of trophy (if she's my friend then it must mean I'm attractive too, etc.).
Though also, ever since I was a child, I never felt fully *seen*. There's a mind, a heart, and a soul inside of me that a lot of people don't get to experience because they only see me as a face or a body. So ever since I was young, I determined that I will be the best person I can become because I can't only be my appearance. This is partly a response to Abby. The people I gravitate towards are the ones who see the attractiveness as icing on the cake, rather than the cake itself. Over the years, not spending time on my appearance and sometimes actively doing things I know would make me less conventionally attractive (like chopping off my long blonde hair and coloring it blue) has allowed me to feel seen and valued apart from physical beauty. And that's a great feeling.
So it's all a lottery. I made out pretty well, so I feel an obligation to be a good person to somehow justify what luck has given me. Despite my deep flaws (including the vanity that's a part of this post), being more than my looks has been a lifelong and constant and worthwhile effort.