Porcelain

 (I changed my mind, I'm doing one more similar to yours :P sorry, it's a bit rushed and all I can think about right now is taking a shower haha, so sorry if it's a little scattered brained.)

Porcelain.
That was always the first thing anyone noticed about Marcy; her porcelain skin. You’d think it might be the blond hair but it wasn’t quite the right shade to call your attention to it. Sort of like her brown eyes. If you asked any acquaintance of her’s what color her eyes were, they’d probably blink their own a few times before saying... blue? Blue seemed logical. Blue would match the porcelain.
If it weren’t for the millions of small freckles that covered her, she’d probably be mistaken for sickly. But those little speckles said otherwise. So did that teasing smile. No, she was too determined to prove her strength through any means to ever be perceived as fragile.
Fragile like the dolls she so resembled. Marcy had lost count of how many times she’s been compared to a porcelain doll. Had been since she was a baby. A baby with round full cheeks. Cheeks she never really grew out of. Maybe that’s why she tried to act all tough and boyish. Just out of rebellion to the notion. She didn’t mind looking like a doll by any measure. But she never liked people telling her what she was. That was something for her to decide. Which... would be fine if she was a decisive person. Since she never was, she always just came off as rebellious. Which was oddly ironic considering the fact she’d probably have a panic attack if she ever broke a rule.
Mommy was also something she was called regularly. Even by people she didn’t know. Tough love was her policy. Don’t pick at that, it’ll scar. Dude, I’m all for slouching, but you’re looking like the hunchback of notre dame; sit up. You need to help with the dishes first. No, stand here, with us, not behind us. Put on sunscreen or you will get skin cancer and die. Stop that, you stop that right now; you are a beautiful amazing human being, don’t you dare feel that way, you are not allowed to feel that way. Maybe she didn’t always give kisses and gentle loving words, but the fact she cared was always pretty evident. Maybe she used it with a little force, maybe that was the best way she could care without seeming fragile. Maybe. Who know’s. That’s how she did it regardless.
She was one of those people that was like a dipping sauce at a party. You wouldn’t just eat that guacamole by itself would you? No, that never seemed quite natural. But when you paired her with something, she would become that it’s dancing partner. In a clothing store, suddenly a fashion frenzied diva, despite being seen in t-shirts and jeans. With a funny person, suddenly a hilarious comedic duo, despite not being well practice in humor herself. Got a problem, suddenly the voice of reason, despite not knowing how to solve her own problems. Need a creative partner, suddenly create a universe for your muses to reside, despite lacking motivation and inspiration herself.
Marcy was just a little more complex than anyone ever made her out to be. Not that she minded. She prefered to seem simple, mild. It was inviting. Something comfortable. Something... familiar.
Though it was next to impossible to know what was behind that teasing smile, one thing was certain and one thing would never change. One thing was certain about Marcy Elaine Wahlquist.
Porcelain.