Brown eyes. Thick thighs. Nice ass. Ways they try to say you’re beautiful… or not. She’s been called a beau all her life but they don’t care to know what’s beneath the pretty girl demeanor. They have no clue its in the stride of her hips, the kindness in her tone and fierceness in her talk. The churning of the gears in her brain. Those are the qualities that she wishes they would call her beautiful by.