When I entered my teenage years, around fifteen and onwards, things began to change. I started noticing myself more—my face, my skin, my clothes. Pimples appeared, and I became worried about how I looked. If the sun was too strong, I avoided going outside because I feared my skin would get darker.
With age came a new kind of awareness, and sometimes embarrassment. I compared myself with others and wondered if I was good enough. Doubts grew quietly inside me.
And then came the teenage feelings everyone knows—the sudden attraction towards someone, the restless desire to have a girlfriend, the endless thoughts that never let me sleep. It was a strange stage of life, full of dreams, doubts, and discovering... Thankyou