(or at least my take on it)
Being a teenager means you are set up with millions of responsibilities: get into a good college, discover who you are, experiment. All of these things can lead up to tons of stress. Our bodies are changing, everyone at a different rate. Some of us are lucky- we get flawless skin or a perfect body. But, some of us aren't so lucky, and because of our luck, we choose to be unhappy about ourselves. Society has thrown us in this circle of people where we are expected to look like a model; and if you're not, you are filled with disappointment. For me, my hormones are really imbalanced, so my skin grows volcanoes of acne and gallons of oil. This all started in 4th grade, when I got my period for the first time. Yes, you heard it, I bloomed a little earlier than most. My boobs were almost a B-cup. I started getting acne on my back and chest. I had so much disappointment in the woman I was becoming. Millions of dermatologist appointments and therapy sessions would never change how ugly I felt.
All of friends (at the time) were fit, blonde, and had flawless skin (I mean at that age, they still are flawless). Because they were so "perfect", they decided I wasn't worthy of sitting at their table. So, I was pushed to the end, always getting ignored, and never invited anywhere. They started to flirt with boys, but the boys weren't all that perfect either. I started to get bullied from them, and at that point I was in 8th grade. I got so depressed and did some things I'm not proud of. I shadowed different schools, took handfuls of medication: for both physical and mental reasons.
That all changed in the blink of an eye; a girl in my science class noticed, and invited me to her table. Now, we are best friends, and I made many new friends, too. They let me sit in the middle of the table, my voice is always heard, and we hang out all of the time. Because of these people, I'm alive and mentally healthy.
They taught me that being imperfect is what makes you perfect. You're physical traits don't make you who you are, you're soul does. It doesn't matter if you're a plastic barbie doll, or if you're a little bit bigger than others. For once in a long, long while, I love myself and the person i've become. My boobs will get bigger, and my acne will get stronger, but my soul will be the thing that makes me, me. Now, I'm in high school, meeting new people, doing what I love, and most importantly, i'm being myself. To me, that's the only thing that matters, and it should be the only thing that matters to everyone, too.