Knelt at my locker and swapping out my books for my next class, I glanced up to see a friend staring at me. He looked curious. “Why don’t you wash your face?” he asked. My cheeks grew hot. Earlier that morning I had scrubbed with a sulfacetamide wash and applied a thin layer of benzoyl peroxide…

Welcome to Part 2. If you somehow missed Part 1, who cares. Just know that I had acne for awhile and that I think it made me more likable. Pain is one of those things that grows sweeter with time, like bananas and the old. It feels good to talk about the shitty days we’ve not only…

Welcome to Part 3. To recap: a boy was mean to me, and I’m still discussing that. We’ve talked a lot about the kid who asked me “Why don’t you wash your face?” and we’re going to stop now, because he doesn’t matter. You see it wasn’t his coarseness that upset me. It wasn’t even him that upset me. What upset…