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I got acne when I turned 13. At first, I was kind of proud about it... you know, the excitement of finally growing up. That didn't last long. Within weeks, relatives and friends started asking me what had happened to my face. I found it absurd... we were taught that this was normal. And yet, no one seemed to treat it that way. Then came the 'remedies.' Even on a simple walk downstairs, I'd run into aunties, uncles, and grandmas handing out kitchen recipes for 'how to fix my skin' I was at a baby shower in my neighbourhood when I was around 14, one of the aunties called me over and said, "Why do you eat so much junk food? It's of no use, isn't it?" I instantly knew what she was getting at. It made me angry... because at 14, I think I deserve to enjoy my life before worrying about whether I'm "eating clean." What made it more painful was that my mother wasn't exactly different. She'd look at my face, frown, and say, "O...