Flattery Operated.

The difference between cute, pretty, hot, and beautiful. I have been called cute, and on the rare occasion, pretty in certain pictures. But never hot and beautiful. Not being called hot doesn't bother me. But beautiful. I have not been called that yet. No one has been me in their eyes, as beautiful. No man has ever called me the most beautiful girl in the world. And it's a little sad. When a man says that, it means he sees that girl as truly beautiful, and no other beauty could top that. That's when a man is in love with her. Now, I know I am not that pretty. I don't look that good. I have so many physical flaws, and my personality doesn't always make up for that. I have terrible acne scarring, uneven eyebags, oily skin, a flubby stomach, wide feet, scars, no butt, thick calves, oh the list goes on. So I can understand why it's hard for someone to ever see me as beautiful. I get called cute, probably because of my animated facial expressions. Probably. But we all know that being called cute is a weakest form of a compliment when it comes to discussing looks. Being pretty is alright; probably really flattering. Being called hot is just a milder version of sexy, and just boosts up the ego. But beautiful. Ah, to be beautiful is a blessing. A blessing I have never experienced. I know I am nowhere near being beautiful, and even though I am not quite the romantic, I wish someone would see me as beautiful. A man who really thinks I'm the most beautiful girl in his world, would be a keeper. I don't need to fish for compliments, and I am not flattery-operated. But I have yet to meet someone who thinks I am beautiful.