The Queen Bee, the outcast with long greasy hair and flannel, the geek. Such generic high school stereotypes. Yet when I see someone I immediately judge them. Too harsh, maybe? But maybe it isn’t just callous and mean. Maybe it is just being human.

As I age (not saying much because I am only 15), I am learning about how people see me. Now yes, I realize that this sounds like some cliche teenage movie plot where in the end the girl figures out how to accept herself and still get her crush in the end.

However, it can’t be that easy. And trust me, it is not and won’t ever be. The fact of the matter here is that I don’t know a stereotype for myself, yet I can put a label on anyone else in the world with a first glance. But here I am literally sitting in a plum — yes, plum, not purple sweater with a sparkly necklace.

It seems rather girly of me. Does it not? Seeing as I am the girl, or person that listens to weird mixes of indie rock and alternative grunge-y music or even to go as emo as listening to Simple Plan or even Panic! at the Disco. But let’s not soon forget that my first concert was Taylor Swift.

Again, I wish to show the stereotypes of how people act versus who they truly are. Like that guy that has on a Nirvana T-shirt with earphones in, well he’s actually listening to the top 40 hits on 94.7. Or even that girl in the hippie skirt, long and flowy who’s listening to screamo.

I sound like a soccer mom when I tell you that it doesn’t matter as long as you can be yourself. But as you and I know, people don’t always want to know you or let you be yourself. I am one of these people I guess and lots of my friends didn’t know who I truly was until this year. Even if they’ve known me since the fourth grade.

All I’m saying, is that you can’t judge a book by its cover. But be warned of what’s on the cover because you might get categorized as an emo, jock or a prep. But you can’t forget the Queen Bee, the outcast with the long greasy hair or the geek. Because trust me. From the outside looking in, you are.