You're beautiful. Shouldn't I take this as a  compliment. I am so much more than my looks. You all walk around describing how I look and nothing more.  I have compassion running through my veins. I have crown made of empathy.  A roar so loud it goes for miles. A heart that's been broken more times then I can remember. Shoulders that carry the weight of hundreds.  Feet that always get me where I need to be. The best you can do is beautiful.  The best I can do is politely tell you to shove it . I'll grin at you with my pearly white and radiant smile so all you see is my beauty when I tell you to screw off. I'll have to raise my voice several octaves before you take me seriously because of the way I look, the way I walk. So please do me a favor compliment something I can't see in the mirror or keep your mouth shut.