Don't Call Me Perfect.

Today whilst exploring my Tumblr dash., I came across a piece that really grabbed my attention.

Throughout the years, I've had my share of people tell me I'm "hot", "perfect", "beautiful" and even some things I consider highly offensive. If someone calls you beautiful behind the screen of a computer or iPhone, do you really consider it a compliment. Sure, an occasional instance serves as a short-lived confidence boost, but will you hold on to that thought for a while or just dismiss it?

"Beautiful" doesn't mean much now, it's just a simple slip of the tongue, just another word. I have reached the point where there's no allure, no such thing as a term of endearment. Pick-up lines don't do the trick, when the thought of "I wonder how many times he's said that tonight" is running through my brain. Where is the chivalry? Is it really that dead?

From my own experience, I can tell you that compliments that mean the most are those that come from the heart. To be admired for a personality trait or my unique features. It means so much more knowing that a compliment is sincere and well thought up. A stranger's compliment on a photo calling me "perfect" does not make me feel unique or special. What is your idea of "perfect"? What do you really see in me? That is what I want to know.