When I reflect back as an adult, the basic push and pull of a teenager’s life is a time I’m happy to not only have gotten through but, to have essentially survived. “Surviving it” sounds melodramatic however, perfectly describes those years of the in-between.

The pressures of fitting in, looking a certain way, being popular or athletic or musically inclined, having a boyfriend or girlfriend, the first sexual encounter, raging hormones, drugs, being successful and knowing what you want to do and who you are supposed to be for the rest of your life at a young age is just scratching the surface. On top of all of this, as if that wasn’t enough, it’s a time when skin problems start to rear their ugly little heads.