From A Dress A Day:
You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
I don’t think I could have put it better. I don’t smell bad or expose inappropriate body parts in public; any pretty I’ve got beyond that is a fortunate side effect that no one but me has a right to count on.
That’s not saying I don’t recognize the benefits of prettiness. I just don’t think that accepting the obligations that go along with trying to be pretty is worth the cost.
Yesterday I did wear something with a ruffle on it for the first time since puberty, though. It was an experience.