I’m wondering what people mean by “comfortable.” Summer suggested that it might be confidence. My interpretation of what susanc is saying is that comfortable means acceptance of your body, or not criticizing yourself. Augustinian grew out of “hot” into confidence and comfortability and “innate sexiness.” Stevenb says he likes women who are “comfortable in their skin” and tells us his wife is “happy with who she is.” AlenaD thinks women should be confident and okay with themselves. Supermouse: comfortable with their bodies; Wildflower: comfortable being yourself.
So the consensus seems to be that comfort means self-acceptance, and no perceivable awkwardness or apology for existing; lack of nervousness, and then the outgoingness: the big smiles, the confident tone of voice; the stage presence, I guess. Clearly these things can belong to anyone of any shape or size. Also, clearly, these things can be learned.
Of course, beautiful people don’t have to learn them when they are young, for many people will be attracted to them simply based on their looks. They may turn into confident people because that’s the reaction they always get. It probably helps that they are generally smarter (check out the other questions I’ve answered on this if you have doubts, or seek supporting data).
Still, people can overcome a lack of confidence, or a lack of native intelligence, with training.
My guess is that the people who hang out on social networking sites like this one are not reflective of the overall population. There’s a reason why we are more comfortable with pixels and let it take us away from efforts to meet others in person. My guess is that we are, on average, not as good looking, more shy, more prone to depression, and better with the written word than the in-person word. It would be cool to take a random sample of folks here to survey and see if I’m on target or not.
I know I do better, personally, when I act confident and happy. People like me, and, while not attracted to me, are at least not repelled by me. When I’m depressed, forget about it. People just wish I’d go away. If I had control over these things, I’d be happy all the time. And in person, I’d be confident. As it is, I do put up a good front. People often accuse me of confidence, even arrogance. That’s only because I’m trying to imitate confidence, and overshooting the mark. In reality, I’m a paper soldier.