So ugly.. very ugly... and fat. He picked lightly at the skin on his stomach, pinching and rolling it with his fingers. It disgusted him, that his skin pulled away from his bones, it meant he wasn't thin enough. He glared angrily at his skin, willing it to fix itself, to be perfect but it never changed. Even when he skipped a week's worth of meals with the barest nutrition it didn't change. He still saw his ugliness. He still saw that he was very much fat.