Everyone is beautiful in there own special way!
Sorry that's a lie; there is no such thing as everyone is beautiful, there is a set standard of what beauty is, and not everyone meets that standard, from body type, to facial structure, the length of hair, all of this comes into play when being attractive.
And it sucks when you don't meet that standard; cause there's nothing you can do, a side from plastic surgery. I started to realize I was ugly in middle school, cause I would get picked on but I did nothing too these kids they would just naturally wanna pick on me and I didn't understand why, so in the beginning I would fight back cause as a man you don't wanna get bullied, but at a certain point I realized they would pick on me for what I looked like and it hurt me emotionally cause I already didn't meet the standard but why bother me cause I don't have the looks, so I kept too myself most of the time too avoid fighting.
But sometime through out my middle school year, a girl asked me out and I was shocked cause I was surprised she could even find me attractive, and on top of that ask me out, I've never felt so happy honestly cause I would see all these guys getting attention and I was happy for them and now I was getting some attention myself and as a kid you don't question things to much, but about 2 weeks in I found out she was using me to try and attract another boys attention and make him jealous by hanging around me, I never walked home so sad in my life I tried to hold back my tears ( I'm trying to hold it back right now actually) but I cried in silence when I got home.
During my highschool years I kept too myself mostly, didn't have many friends and I was actually expelled from high school. for not letting someone punk me and fighting back, at that point I hated school hated the guys and the girls I didn't even wanna look at them, and I didn't have to anymore for almost a full year I had peace for once, but through out that year I noticed something I have a brother and he is more attractive than me, and that didn't bother until I noticed my mom would treat him better than me and listen to him more than me, he would ask for something important and get it quickly, while when I spoke my voice was unheard and thrown to the side, on top of that my brother calls me ugly so it doesn't really help.
So now that I'm older I don't lie too myself I've accepted that I'm ugly, it still bothers me but less all I wanted was too be treated better than what I look like.