I will never be that first girl.
Whenever you walk into a new environment for the first time as a teenager jacked-up on hormones, you immediately scope out the place for the person you find most attractive. They may not be attractive in the typical way, but there is usually somebody that you find particularly easy on the eyes and ears. I'm not worried about people hating me once they get to know me, because, if they don't like me after an effort, that's fine. It didn't work. But why is it when we speak of first impressions, I am never anybody's first. If inner beauty shines through one's skin, why don't they see any?