You'd recognise her at first sight.

She is of average height when she puts on her black five-inch leather boots, in which she walks with a gait as if the world is one of her bizarre, uncomfortable-looking fashion shoots.

She wears oversized printed tees that cover her tattered shorts, confidently showing off her ungracefully thin legs and bony ankles.

She wears her dirty blonde hair tousled, and her nails are always choppy from bites and painted black.

She has the darkest eyes, as black as obsidian, and she never cares to hide away her sunken eyebags from tiring days and sleepless nights.

She wears a vibrant orange lipstick.

Her voice is monotonous. Her high held chin and the naturally downturned corners of her mouth make a cold, distant attitude, and she says socially inappropriate things that confuse, mock, and insult more people than she realises.

But the corners of her eyes are upturned when she laughs. She has a genuine laugh.

She acts absurd and awkward, but she is stunning in ways that are bizarre, captivating, and unexpected.

You'd recognise her at first sight.