One of my excuses for not transitioning for so long is that I'd be a ridiculous-looking guy. I'm quite short, tend toward very rounded chubbiness, and have enough breast tissue for three women. Believe me, ladies, if I could donate, I'd make a few of you very happy. In my head, I had this idealized male image and I thought that if I couldn't match it, I should just give up and live as a woman. I think middle age has helped me in this regard . . . I'm not going to be conventionally "hot" no matter what gender I appear to be, and I no longer care.
Since I've made a few changes in my appearance, I find I often see a guy in the mirror. Now, I am one ugly dude. But so what? I'd rather be an ugly man than an average woman. I may have a bit of an advantage in that as a male-identified person, I'm not expected to care about my appearance as much. Ugly is okay. Misshapen is not ideal, but it's tolerable, at least in the short term. I won't claim that I'm in love with my looks, but since I've stopped looking for a woman in the mirror and started looking for a man, I'm much happier with my appearance.