The phrase "awkward profile" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used to describe a physical appearance or a social media presence that is perceived as uncomfortable or not fitting in with typical standards.
Example: "Her awkward profile in the group photo made her stand out in a way that was both endearing and relatable."
Alternatives: "uncomfortable silhouette" or "clumsy appearance".
Was the poet, publicist and charismatic performer seeking just to be a one-man, high-profile awkward squad?
We discuss the American Idol performance ("We did it for the right reasons," Pall says, "it just wasn't the right … thing") then move on to what has been called was another potentially career-ending moment: an awkward and high-profile MTV VMAs performance of Closer during which Taggart's vocals were, to put it charitably, a little higher in the mix than might have been wise.
Even after his first hour in the job, Regan found himself dealing with an awkward and high-profile situation.
It has clearly been an awkward, if high-profile, time for Junior, who was blasted during the presidential campaign for comparing refugees to bad Skittles and said that women who can't handle sexual harassment should get out of the workforce.
"Fifteen years ago, it may have been true that many of the internet hacking 'pranks' or nuisance malware was created by egotistical script kiddies," says Nachreiner. "Many of them may have fit the profile of awkward, socially inept loners with strong technical skills.
The firm's increasingly high profile is awkward for Western executives who prefer to discuss its investment views directly with their clients instead of in newspaper or television interviews.
The studio photograph by Bachrach that hangs in a central corridor of this magazine's editorial offices has been softened to blur his homely profile, his awkward hair, his protruding lips, and his habitual craning posture of impatience, curiousity and irritable hope.
-- David Wondrich, author of Imbibe! and Punch The 20th Century "I can't think of anything that makes me cringe more than the awkward and clashing flavor profile of gin, dark chocolate, and bright citrus.
When the bodies onstage dwindled to four, the dancers Anna Carapetyan, Nicole Mannarino, Eleanor Smith and Maggie Thom slowly turned in profile, their movement awkward and discrete at first, and later fused with powerful unison insistence.
I'd looked forward to reliving (or at least, skimming) the birthday greetings, lewd jokes, and awkward invites left on my profile in days of yore, so I was a bit miffed when my stroll down memory lane was cut short.
