There is an entire school dedicated to how "Beauty Changes Lives", they operate a foundation under the same pretense. I am a student at this school, and this is how beauty has changed my life.
You enter the school; pristine, polished, gentle colors splashed on the walls, music serenading you, and yet, you look closer, there is a density in the air. The thickness you sense is the sycophantic air that hovers around the members of staff. I was a member of the massage class, and it is in that very class that beauty touched my life, and changed me.
Massage seems so innocuous. I always tend to think of serene music hanging in the warm air, soft sheets, relaxation, and relief. However, in this massage class, there was no serenity, no relaxation, and certainly no relief. The instructor stands with his hands on his waist, shoulders back, a facade sitting smugly on his face in the form of a disturbed smile from ear to ear, but completely missing his eyes. He speaks with a New York accent, his ego is as apparent as his lack of formal education. His eyes are soulless, dark, and only sparkle when his sadism is on display. He craves control, and more than control, he desires power and status.
One might ask, "How does a massage class change your life?" Well, I assure you, it is not in a positive light. This massage class has confirmed my fears of a profession run by those who lack general intelligence, believe in all the hypno-babble-bullshit that science can directly contradict, and has left me vacillating between wanting to be the one who changes the game, who can massage with a background in science and reality, and one who wants to just avoid the entire profession. This type of beauty has reconfirmed that this kind of beauty is solely superficial and those who choose to focus on that facet of beauty are probably those with the most severe deficit of true, innate beauty.
