How many people spent their teenage years with the occasional zit or two, praying for the day they could be an adult and have their hormones balance out? Yup, that was me. In my mind, adults didn’t have acne, and acne was a rite of passage that all teens needed to face.

I’d like to think that I was pretty fortunate during high school and college when it came to acne. A few spots here and there, usually triggered by *that time of month* and a mountain of blackheads on my nose that would be a dermatologist’s extraction dream, yet I never faced cystic full-face acne with damaging scars. Not until I hit my early 20s.

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