Lathander's divine light has decided that the cursed should be fabulous. No matter how hard you try to appear grimy, intimidating, or disheveled, the Morninglord's radiance insists on making you look unreasonably yassified.
The Curse Deepens. Your appearance becomes increasingly feminine and radiant. Your features subtly soften, your hair becomes impossibly glossy, and your movements gain an effortless elegance. Any attempt to deliberately make yourself look dirty, ragged, or intimidating somehow backfires.
"You may curse my name, mortal. But you will do so looking absolutely radiant." — Lathander, probably