If you were to look at me, then you would see an awkward teenager with dyed green hair, most likely wearing a flannel or a hand-me-down hoodie, with black jeans and converse, despite the summer heat. Maybe you wouldn't have been able to determine my gender at first, or at all. You would have noticed that my clothes were crumpled and scentless, and that my face was free of any make-up except for my eyebrows, which would be filled in with a brown pencil. You might see me wearing a gray hat with a rainbow hat band on it, or a ski cap with a picture of a cat hanging the finger stitched onto it. My nails might be painted completely black, or have some black nail polish desperately clinging to the very tips of my fingernails.