Discernment is the word I was looking for.

Your cousin has hazel eyes, almost green. This is rare enough among people of color, but not enough to make one gawk as he has when seeing my own eyes. My eyes are blue or gray, green if I’m wearing the color. Jagged lines of orange circle my pupils. Still, I was surprised how infatuated he seemed with my orbs, for his were not unattractive. Surrounded by dark long lashes, his eyes are much more than the dull brown seen on most faces.

But I have come across more than a few people who enjoyed looking into my eyes. For a long time I thought the color of my eyes was my only attractive feature. Now I look into the mirror and see that my face has slimmed, giving me the angular cheekbones I had yearned for, my hair is twisted into locks that hang naturally about my face and I see that I am beautiful. So I pucker my full set of lips ad blow myself a kiss as I admire the light glisten on my skin. It is summer and I am a woman, thus I am lovely.