Hello, gorgeous.

Barbra Streisand used to say that to herself.

Now, at long last, folks in D.C. can look in the mirror and say the same thing.

The fact is, there’s never been a better time to say you’re from Washington — and you’re beautiful.

These days, we’re a political community defined by our looks.

Evidence: The Washington Post examines every inch of Hillary Clinton’s bosom.  The Hill newspaper lists the 50 Most Beautiful People on Capitol Hill. Fishbowl DC designates the Hottest Media Types.  John Edwards — once named People magazine’s sexiest politician — gets a knock-out haircut.

The Obama Girl.

It’s time to rise to greatness — and admit we’re all beautiful.  We’ve come a long way, baby.

If we’re being defined by how we look –  if that’s the way the game is played — no problem.  We look great.

We can finally relegate to the dustbin of history the smear that Washington is Hollywood for ugly people — a line regularly repeated by ugly people.

Fortunately, that demeaning perception has been challenged over the years by brave, beautiful souls.  Think George Magazine.  “The West Wing.” The White House Correspondents Association Dinner.  Jessica Cutler.  The D.C. Madam.

Now, our makeover is nearly complete.  We’ve just arrived at our coming out party. And everyone in the room is noticing how simply sensational we look.

The Politico’s Anne Schroeder asked back in March, “Maybe we’re not so ugly anymore?”

Good question.  Are we, as Carrie Bradshaw might have typed in “Sex and the City,” now beautiful?

The answer became apparent two years ago when U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald was named one of People magazine’s “sexiest men alive.” It was certified when we saw the photo of Barack Obama running on the beach — putting Bo Derek and Burt Lancaster to shame.

Yes, we’re beautiful.

Some might challenge our celebration of our beauty.  After all, we already are a town obsessed with our careers and our names and our reputations and our … well, we’re just plain obsessed with ourselves.  How can that be beautiful?

They might cite the late Johnny Apple, who wrote in the New York Times in 1998:

“During the debate in October about impeachment hearings, Representative Robert Wexler, a Florida Democrat, gave the game away. He said that he wanted to tell his colleagues, “in the most friendly and respectful way that I know,” that he and Representative Robert Barr, a Georgia Republican, were scheduled to appear that evening on the “Crossfire” program, so he planned to postpone his comments in the House “in an effort not to ruin the show.” No wonder it’s been said that Washington is Hollywood for ugly people.”

Great observation.  But that’s inner ugliness.  And these days, who cares?  Now, political and media celebs regularly check where their books rank on Amazon.  They dissect their Wikipedia entry.  And they fret over what information Google serves up about them.  In other words, yawn.  Offended?  Go blame the Internet.

We’ve long since come to grips with the understanding that being a top shelf political or media celeb means having no shame.  Narcissism is no longer a barrier to beauty.  No, rather than being ugly, it’s amusing.

Of course, we shouldn’t get cocky about being so darn beautiful.  Indeed, the Los Angeles Times’ political blog “Top of the Ticket” brings us down to Earth with this observation about The Hill’s 50 most beautiful people: “We can’t quibble with a single choice. We do note, though, that a quite a few come from California.”

Nothing wrong with D.C. becoming a melting pot of beauty.  As long as ugly people stay out.