One time a phlebotomist said I had pretty veins.

One time a phlebotomist said I had pretty veins and I don't think any compliment will ever compare.

Don't tell me my smile is pretty, tell me my canines are just sharp enough, tell me tell me the red of my veins really bring out my eyes, tell me my blood is the perfect shade of red, tell me you think my organs would be beautiful. Perfectly smooth, perfectly slotting together, perfectly pink and red and brown and yellow

I want someone to cut me open and tell me my innards are the most gorgeous things they've ever seen. 

Because maybe if I can't be perfect on the outside, I can be perfect on the inside, visually at least.