Beauty
I feel beautiful when:
A total stranger holds the door for me, 'wasting' time in a busy world for someone they'll never see again.
The waitress acts like she really cares, and wants to be friendly, instead of the "I'm-paid-to-be-polite-but-I'd-really-rather-not,-and-since-you're-with-your-parents-and-they're-paying-I'll-ignore-you-and-just-waste-my-energy-on-not-making-them-mad."
The Fed-Ex lady asks what you're reading when you come to the door to sign for the package with a book in your hand.