… for my sins, I am attracted to beautiful people, nothing sexual. I like stunning women, especially if they put themselves together well. I like handsome men, I find them pleasing on the eyes. I like people that smile, that have beautiful all encompassing smiles. However I have come to understand that the external appearance does not always tell anything about the inner man.
Lately, my observation (and this purely my observations) and I will also admit that there is a level of generalising. And before I state my observations, I will like to say I consider myself a beautiful person, even if I say so. Now that we have established those facts and prepared the ground. Here goes my obsevation, a number of physically beautiful people are not particularly great on the inside. Some of them are actually quite ugly people within. I must admit some people are ugly both on the outside and inside.
But sometimes, it seems physical beauty makes people shallow, aloof, insensitive, uncaring and just self obsessed. Conversing with such people can be quite draining and empty. And it seems a shame that somehow a lot of effort had gone into producing this physically appealing individual with very little to offer as a person. The beauty becomes a hinderance, blinkers that prevent such from seeing the world as it really is. I am in no way claiming this happens to all physically attractive people, but my experience has shown them to be disproportionate so. On the other hand I have found some of the most beautiful soul and kindest being housed in not so attractive bodies. I am not sure if the moderation in the looks department means these people are just more sensitive, more aware, more grounded, more empathetic. They come across less entitled and more prepared to be meritocratic in their approach to life.
Beauty can be ugly and ugly beautiful, such is the irony of life!
Beautiful Ivory 