I used to feel this way. With each passing year, it would feel more and more hopeless. Eventually, I realized there was no choice and it didn’t matter if I was beautiful or not after transition, I just needed to stop living a lie. Of course, I am hoping for a miracle and that I’ll at the very least be _somewhat_ pretty or cute, but whatever level of attractiveness I do or do not achieve doesn’t change that transition is simply the right thing for me.