People smile at me more, men and women both. A subtle new sense of gentleness, indulgence. My native clumsiness is accounted for; guys are quick to help when I can’t get the napkins out of the napkin dispenser.
When I get compliments on outfits or accessories I think of them as complimenting the taste of friends whose castoffs I’m wearing—which is quite a nice feeling all round. I also feel relieved to have a mask covering what I think of as the uglier parts of my face: this though I know it’s not really the same domain, and “Am I ugly?” is not a question decidable within this formal system anyhow.
