Well, I already wrote about beauty tonight, so I guess ugly is a logical follow-up.
Am I ugly...
It depends when you ask me. If you ask me first thing in the morning when I'm stumbling around like a zombie, wishing I was still curled up in my bed - I bet I look pretty ugly then. Or maybe like Sullen Jester said, more scary than ugly.
But when I'm not doing my best impressions of the living dead I don't think I'm even remotely ugly. That doesn't mean I think I'm perfect looking or anything. I could nitpick for ages about the little things I wish I could fix. But they're all minor details, and when I make a little effort and my beautiful inner being comes blazing through, I can look quite lovely.
(Man, I think this might even be cheesier than my beauty post. What's wrong with me tonight?!?)