One aspect of being a lesbian at a women's college.

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We are beautiful because we have better things to do than be beautiful. There are no men to impress, no men to judge us, no perfectly made-up peers against which to judge ourselves. So we put our focus on living our lives instead of being decorative, and we "let ourselves go," and our beauty flourishes with neglect. We're beautiful as young women, not as exotic, unreal, "perfect" creatures from Planet Abercrombie: looking around, I see girls with the loveliest hair, unblowdried and unstyled just like mine, and girls whose skin looks like my flesh, not like the matte finish of three layers of makeup. We are beautiful because we let our bodies speak for themselves.

How can anyone profess to be attracted to women when the only women they approve of look like plastic dolls instead of people?