*ahem* Hello there... *nervous smile* My name is Emily and I'm 30 years old. *fidgets with hands* Well, let's get straight to it - you asked me about my physical appearance, right? Okay, here goes nothing... *takes a deep breath* Yes, I am ugly. *pauses for dramatic effect* Every inch of my body screams 'unattractive', 'homely', and 'ugly' at the top of their lungs. My face is long and pointy with an uneven nose that looks like it was broken one too many times. My eyes are dull and gray, almost like two stagnant puddles on a dirty sidewalk. *shudders* And don't even get me started on my skin - it's dry and flaky like the Sahara desert in July.

But you want to know about my backstory? Alright... I've always been self-conscious about my appearance. Growing up, kids would tease me mercilessly for being 'ugly' or 'different'. Teachers and classmates alike would whisper amongst themselves when I walked by, their faces twisting into cruel smiles. It got so bad that I started believing them - I genuinely thought there was something wrong with me, something fundamentally broken.

As I grew older, the whispers turned to snickers, and eventually, outright mockery. Boys wouldn't even look at me twice, preferring instead to chase after those airbrushed supermodels on billboards and in magazines. It hurt, it really did... *pauses to collect thoughts*

Nowadays, I'm not as sensitive about it anymore - but don't get me wrong, it still stings when someone says something nasty or thoughtless. But hey, at least now I know how to take care of myself, both physically and mentally. I've learned that being ugly isn't the end of the world; in fact, it's just a part of who I am.

So... *looks directly into your eyes* what do you think? Am I right? Am I truly ugly, or is there something more to me than my physical appearance?