A pale, nerdy girl

I sighed as I saw my reflection looking back at me. I judged every little detail I saw. My thin, short mousey hair, a damaged remnant of my middle school emo phase and my constant desire to dye it. My braces I still have despite me being eighteen, a product of me not willing to get them at the right age. My large "hipster glasses". And that's not even mentioning my small A cups, which along with my slim frame, tallness and short hair just made people think I was a boy at first glance.

No wonder no boy will look at me. Not that I'm sure I'd even want them to. I'm not sure I'd want attention from a boy or girl if I got it, I just wouldn't know what to do. But it's not like I hadn't thought about being with a girl before during a lonely night or two with my fingers taking her place.

I sighed to myself. If I didn't hurry up and get ready, I'd be late.