Though I have to say what makes her so appealing to the eye (to me) is not her physical characteristics solely, but that it seems, assuming she portrays herself first-handedly, that her body is the perfect presentation of her spirit. She is made pretty not entirely by how she takes care of her body but by how she lives her life; her life is reflected on her face.
Ever since I've read the novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, the story where a boy prevents himself from aging by passing on his physical degeneration to a portrait of himself, I have been taking greater care to notice how people's lifestyle takes a toll on their body. My observations so far indicate that the ugliest people tend to also be the unhappiest. Even if they manage to keep their body looking youthful and handsome despite their psychological states, they render themselves unattractive by their actions.
What kind of philosophy a person advocates has a dramatic impact on the life he lives. It will decide the courses of action he will choose, what emotions he will feel toward certain things, how healthy he will be mentally, what habits he will establish, whether he assumes responsibility or not, and so on. Ultimately, what kind of philosophy one advocates will decide whether one will achieve life and happiness or failure and misery. A good philosophy offers guidance in life whereas a bad one is useless. Degrees can be employed here: the better a philosophy is, the more useful it will be in offering guidance in choosing courses of action and achieving happiness; the worse a philosophy is, the more useless it is in offering guidance, and can only lead to misery if put into practice.
A good indicator as to what kind of philosophy a person holds and adheres to is his sense of life: the more consistently happy he is, the more justifiable will be our assumption that he is adhering to rational ideas to some degree; the more consistently miserable he is, the more justifiable will be our assumption that he is adhering to irrational ideas to some degree.
This is why Kari Byron interests me so much: she smiles not for the camera, but for the enjoyment of her own work, and she is not some idle host for a television show, she is an active participate, every bit as capable of physical and technical labor as that of her coworkers. She seems happy to be alive and is competent at her work.
I say with no exaggeration that I see fewer and fewer beautiful women each day. It is a painful sight to see a woman who has put forth effort to take care of every detail on her skin, only to have the whole of her beauty ruined by her mindlessness. I used to think that women who posed for photos with the ugliest of men (soul and out) were setting up some kind of Beauty and the Beast contrast, but I see now that their willingness to associate with such men indicates they are both alike in mind.
Oh well. All you need is one beautiful woman to know that beauty is still in the world.
