[spicycurrypuff]

What happened you may ask?

Well, simple – Puberty.Let’s start with my face.

Ever really see swiss cheese?

I had so much pimples on my face, it made my reflection cringe.

Early on in life, I developed this fetish for popping pimples. I’d pop a pimple, then wait a few more days, then pop the same spot. My prevailing theory was that once you pop a pimple, only the surface pus comes out, then the epidermis swells up and closes, preventing anything else from squirting out.

So, I wait for the swelling to die down, usually a day or 2, then I pop it again. Unless I see blood, I don’t stop. It resulted in the almost smooth complexion I have now. I still have pockmarks, but the craters have filled out nicely.

And then there is my belief of hair and its appropriate place on my body.

Pubic hair started sprouting like an invasive tau gay plant. I found it amusing at first. Then it got thicker and I started worrying.

Why worry?

Because to a kid growing up without guidance, you’d think hair belonged on the face or head and maybe armpits but groin areas?

I worry because I didn’t know if it was an infection that caused hair to grow out unnaturally.

Remember my ever-present parents? Well, I just couldn’t ask advice from them right.

And I started being aware of those things on a girl’s chest. Yes, breasts. Boobs, jugs, tek tek. neh neh, whatever lingo you want to call them. They started to get my attention. And I began to wonder. About their bodies. And my body.