Similar to most people, my teenage years were scary and confusing. Which is understandable considering how pretty much everything changes. School gets harder, people become meaner, voices deepen, hair grows, feelings erupt, boys become people to fear and girls become people to envy, while once loyal childhood friends become intimidating strangers. It was all very chaotic, but to add onto all of the chaos and teenage angst, unlike my other female peers whose teenage years seemed to lovingly welcome them with wider hips and first kisses, my hostile introduction to adolescence consisted of an unwelcome growth spurt and severe acne. The height is something I grew to (pun very much intended) quite like about myself, but the acne I have immensely struggled with. And having recently turned 20, it's something I would have expected to have learnt to cope with by now, but I'm not quite there yet. Due to having acne and struggling with my general appearance I've become socially anxiou...