I may be redundant in saying that there had been multiple studies on how attractiveness does influence ones life.
It isnt a secret that attractive people do get more attention, they do get away with more, they have an advantage, but like everything else, life isnt comprised out of single quality, but a multitude of aspects of character, compassion, integrity and yes, looks as well.
I have experienced what in my mind was a horrible life being imprisoned within the avatar of genetic malfunction. I never though of my self as pretty, but rather ugly. Truth is, when I later learned others would had seen me as an attractive man, but that truly didn't matter anymore, I was already done, and my avatar had transitioned.
As I started this journey my hopes for the aesthetic presentation were rather out of the science fiction realm as I started with bodybuilders 6'1'' 227lbs frame. Nowhere near an attractive female scale, not to mention typically male face bone structure. Never the less, I never stopped dreaming, and even when it seemed impossible at best, I still dreamed the dream.
Fast forward to present, and my life is one of the fairytale, I am perceived as an attractive female, I get away with much more then I would suspect, I am aware of the power I posses being an attractive woman, the power equal if not greater then all grandeur male privilege.
I enjoy the piercing looks of inquisitive man, seeing their testosterone driven bodies affected by my presence. A little smile can bring them under my spell.
I love feeling how intimidating I can be, at 5'11'' towering over most man.
But don't think I awake and my life is a picture perfect existence. Quite the opposite. I also have fears, dislikes which are my own insecurities, the ever so vigilant though that even though I know of my self as a genuine woman, I carry the curse of once being afflicted with the dreadful reality.
Beautiful people and I do not mean those at heart but the flesh aesthetics, even though they do get a brake, they still suffer same insecurities.