Yes, you are

I doubt it, I’m mediocre at best (coincidentally the name of a band some friends and I formed that lasted about three days). I haven’t shaved in a week because I lost my razor, so I have a gross neck beard. The muscles I used to have are gone, since anything that gets my blood pumping causes me blinding pain since the accident with my knee. I’m getting fat since I can’t get in any amount of exercise. I have a fat nose with glasses sitting on top of it. The skin on my hands looks like cracked leather, since I have bad eczema, that causes the skin on my hands to literally fall off during a cold winter where I don’t leave gloves on 24/7 to hold the skin in place. I’m a cripple with one working leg and one arm that may stop working for good within the next couple of years, if I live that long. So I’m definitely no beautiful in appearance.
And I’m definitely not “pretty on the inside” or whatever, I’m enraged at everything and I’m so honest that I make the biggest assholes look like pleasant company. I am the least politically correct person you’ll ever meet and don’t even ask “too soon?” after people get pissed at me for cracking jokes at the worst of times. I’m sorry, but a funeral is a perfectly acceptable place to crack jokes, if someone doesn’t understand, they’re just a moron.
I get what you’re trying to say, but I think it’s safe to say that just saying that to everyone will result in the statement being inaccurate a few times.