Yes ugly, indeed. There is just no other word to describe how I looked those days (Keep in mind that I was an adolescent who was still going through the growing pains and hormonal ups and downs of puberty. Naturally, teenagers my age were so outlook oriented and I had the same emotions and concerns about acceptability, first love, sex, acne and whatsoever as any of them but could never go through them properly). I remember one specific event when I bought flowers for my mother (this was after we moved out to this new flat of mom's dreams and during her radiotherapy days) on my way back home from school. As I was walking past a group of teenagers my age one of them whispered to his buddy, soft enough not to draw attention, high enough for me to hear, "Eww he's uuugglllliiieeee".