Larissa's gaze moved slowly from her asymmetric, blemished face; to her broad shoulders; to her smallish breasts; down to her boyish hips with no real waistline; and rested on her athletic thighs. She felt no particular emotion. "Just a means to an end," she thought, shrugging. She hung her wet towel, pulled on her pajamas, and went back to her room.
"Ah-ha,"she exclaimed, "if I use a recursive function to implement the sorting algorithm, it will cut the cpu cycles in half!" She ran to her bed and grabbed her laptop to redesign her last object class. Solving puzzles of deep complexity had always brought Larissa a sense of triumph. She completed testing her latest code changes and closed her laptop.
Her mind drifted back to the subject of beauty. Larissa had always felt most beautiful in her own mind when she was looking for the beauty in others. "There is real beauty in almost everyone," she thought. "The puzzle is figuring out where to look for it."
Use the word, deep adj \ˈdēp\, as in
3: difficult to penetrate or comprehend : recondite