Syphilis

I dun mind the increase in testosterone level. I dun mind hairy legs. Pimples is the dermatologic EVIL of puberty and it's a strident clamour from the body to announce to the entire world that one is pubertying. A terrible affliction, not only capable of the ruination of the rosy cheeks, but also undermining one's self/ body confidence. Its punition from the creators of the body- u get ur semen, for in return u have to absorb these pimples. Like ugly installments.

For some people, they are just PLAIN lucky to escape it: - free from the blemishes we all know and loathe. Some will get only a few benign ones on their faces. The rest will get the 'generous' load of whatever shit that the rest didn't claim. Unfortunately, I belonged to the last category.

In secondary school, I was doing fine. I escaped unscathed all the way until Sec 4. Then I became arrogant and started making fun of a classmate who had a spectacular geography of pimples on his face. The volcanic terrain with its island arcs, spewing spurts of pus and swelling. For my meanness, retribution ensured that I could appreciate the similar geography on my mirror.

My glandular machinery began to go totally bananas. Pimple city. Its impossible to escape. washing the face 5 times a week or taking dozens showers a week, trying every cream and nostrum known to modern science, didn't help much . A loaded pizza with rich toppings of blackheads. I probably could have been the mascot for pizza hut.. and do something like bursting a pimple and let the pus flow out with the oul, with jingles going " Stuffed Crust Pizza!!!"

Over time, much of it has receded, with some leaving pitty marks or potholes to mark its existence and also as a form of grim reminder to my foul mouth.