a beautiful plea

I love people. even the ugly ones are beautiful. I like to just look at them, and see what they look like. people have such intricate faces and bodies, even when they're wearing clothes. the way peoples' clothes look when they're on a body. My friends are beautiful. the way a face can inspire an emotion, when I see them. they're all so different. and their faces all mean different things. In pictures, I can identify their body parts in pictures where I can't see their faces. They are beautiful.
I know that my friends consider me beautiful, but it kind of pisses me off sometimes, because I feel like I'm taking something away from somebody else when someone calls me that. And I also know that people get pissed off when someone feels like that cuz theyre all like, wow, the people who are blessed resent it, and the people who aren't would really cherish that and not throw it away. but you are blessed. I try to be honest with myself, and not be conceited and think I'm better than everyone else, but also not downplay myself and deny what people think of me. I think people do that too much. I know people who go, no, I'm really not that good looking, I'm hot I guess, but that other person is beautiful. And in my mind I'm thinking, you know, they don't have anything compared to you. you have the most beautiful, perfect smile ever, or, you have the prettiest eyes, or the most luscious hair, or yourface just freaking rocks. but they always deny it, and I can never convince them that in my eyes, they are the moon and the sun and everything lovely in this world. please believe me. you are my world.