Confessing to My Paradox of Fleeting Attraction

This is something beyond comprehension, despite coming from my own mind - something I have not been able to find a clear answer to over the years, and I am explaining this with an example or two. If you recall, Kiara Advani across the first handful of movies she did, including some where she just about appeared rather than owning a role - MS Dhoni: The Untold Story, being one of them. There was something outright appealing about her, not that she does not engage attention these days. Even later on, as long as her choice of costumes did not include metallic-hued swimsuits, she was constantly up there, in a small list that every man out there carries in his mind, a list of women that really attract them, women who might look like goddesses to them, and those who are constantly in their web of fantasies. Somehow, as soon as she started dropping the weight, the curves went away, the costumes became tighter and more compact; those unscripted moments of being attracted to her fell to nearly negligible levels. This is not about an Indian man finding more "clothed" women attractive, and neither do I have an agenda against bolder, provocative dressing, but I share it just the way it works in my mind. 

Coincidentally, and well beyond my control, something similar happened with Disha Patani, who made a serious splash when she appeared in MS Dhoni: The Untold Story. Her smile was so refreshing; she had those "what if I could have a girlfriend like her..." vibes, and this effect was strong even as she did a few more titles. And then again, my weird-stupid mind acted up again as she progressed into fitness, a bit of freaky dressing, and she became more contemporary and ultra-cosmopolitan - that organic, uninfluenced appeal, a blend of instantly finding someone attractive and lust, just waned.

Nowadays, when Disha Patani appears, people on Instagram are comparing her with prime Angelina Jolie, but perhaps for me, that typical 90s guy, the appeal went away too soon. This is not about arguing for cerebral attraction, and it isn't about finding modesty more appealing, or using weird terms like "skin-show," which never made sense to me. This cannot be psychologically traced back to being a case of the "revelation kills the curiosity...", and so I am putting it out there as a genuine query - does it happen to you, as a young adult, man, or someone in his 40s? That typical teenager wouldn't get it.

For me, the prime, exceedingly attractive Kiara was in Lust, Stories, and nowadays, with all the bikini shots, the intricately chiseled midsection, and a near-flawless appearance by global standards for looking good, she still does not have the same impact on me... why?

Is this another outcome of a constantly served, quickly serviced, impatient mind being bombarded with too much digital content? Perhaps the constant Instagram feeds and uncontrolled celeb presence in the media are killing the charm. While these reasons would make sense, I doubt they are entirely responsible. I think becoming more contemporary is akin to becoming more run-of-the-mill. Becoming a certain type, fitting a mold you have been told is perfect, becomes a goal, and the individuality is overtaken by a quest to outperform what a million others have already done or are trying to do.

My version of beauty is perhaps not that elite or defined. It is flawed and begs not to be categorized & sub-categorized into a hierarchy of measurements. While a grey area when making decisions should be diagnosed and dealt with, someone's beauty/attractiveness should be impossible to define in a couple of sentences...remove this challenge, and you have lost me!