Tweek Tweak.
His skin was too pale. His eyes were shallow; a nasty, dull, brownish color that reminded him of rusted copper. His hair was ruffled and plain, even when he brushed it he looked like he had just been wrestling with Cartman. Some days he found himself standing in front of the mirror, studying his figure with a strong antipathy and mentally killing himself over every flaw. He would drag his slow gaze from the weird structure of his jaw, down his scrawny neck, past his chest (where his ribs were far too obvious), to his straight hips and his faltering knees that could barely support his own lacking weight. His stomach had a few sca