Simple isn't in her vocabulary.
Her clothes aren't simple - plaids and stripes and bold, bright colors, all clashing but still matching in the most coordinated un-coordinated way.
Her relationship with Carly isn't simple - they're total opposites, they need to work hard at staying friendly with each other when they disagree.
Her hair isn't simple - despite popular opinion, she wakes up bright and early and spends at least an hour getting the shiny blonde curls just right.
Her relationship with Freddie isn't simple - they hate each other with a fiery passion, but would do absolutely anything for each other, no matter what.
Her bedroom isn't simple - its walls are practically papered with posters and photos and drawings she did herself and none of the furniture matches.
Her relationship with Spencer isn't simple - he's surrogate father to all three of the kids, but she's the one he has the least reason to help; he still does.
Her love for food isn't even that simple - it's not like she got fed at home, so gorging herself whenever she got the chance became second nature.
Her relationship with Melanie isn't simple - they're disgusted by each other, and as much as Mel tries to fix her and make her a better person, it never works.
Her strength and bullying aren't even simple - Spencer has his art, Freddie has his techie stuff, and Carly has the webshow; being tough is all she's got.
Her relationship with her mom is far from simple - their roles are reversed and hell, she can barely take care of herself, let alone a grown woman who drinks too much and dates a lot of losers and jerks.
She's not a simple girl, despite popular opinion. She has layers, like cake or onions or ogres or her mismatched clothes. But she clings to the appearance of simple, the image of the tough, always eating, doesn't give a shit Puckett.
It's all she's got.