It’s said that the first few years of your life shape you.
But equally important, are the teenage years.
My parents never informed me much about all the things that were going to change and were expected from a young adult, physically and mentally.
Maybe because it was an awkward topic.
Maybe because it was too long time back from them.
Some things I have forgotten too. Some things I simply don’t want to remember.
Things like, my very first pimple.
I think I was the first in my class to have this phenomenon on my face.
I didn’t know what the heck it was. And there were no smartphone back then to search it up.
Like I wasn’t bullied enough in the first year of high school, my schoolmates now looked at my face with disgust.
I went back home crying. My mum, who always has been worried about illnesses, took me to the doctor.
“You can expect a lot more of those” and wrote me a recommendation of a few expensive brands who could help to keep the skin cleaner.
I was relieved to see my classmates got acne too.
And I was bit more lucky since it appeared more on my back then on my face.
Other thing changed too, physically,
The monthly cramps were really hard to get through since I would usually end up fainting cause of the immense pain.
I suddenly had to pluck my eyebrows which was also a painful exercise.
Shave too, which often ended up in a “bloody” disaster.
Wearing a bra was extremely uncomfortable too.
I had to fit in with “cool” hairstyles and clothing.
All these changes were a mental challenge too.
Suddenly looks became important. If you weren’t handsome or pretty, you wouldn’t have a sexual experience with someone. Which seemed another reason to bully someone.
Performance was important too.
If your grades were too low, you’d be bullied.
If your grades were high, you’d be the Nerd. Which, back then, wasn’t a positive thing to be named.
I have spoken before about terrifying experiences of PE classes.
Not to mention the changing rooms.
The girls constantly compared each other body parts.
It was uncomfortable and made everyone insecure in the end.
By the age of 19 my acne started to fade away.
My body has transformed in its final form.
I found a hairstyle and clothes I was comfortable with.
Things calmed down physically.
And, step by step, also mentally.
Yet I will always wonder why we make it so hard for each other during puberty.
Everyone’s body is changing in the same way.
We all want to perform on a regular basis.
We all struggle with it.
How much easier would it be if we could all just support each other.
How hard can that be?
How did you experience your teenage years?
Is it something you look back at with a smile, or didn’t you like it at all?