With only the odd spot here and there, I managed to get through puberty with my skin relatively unscathed. So foolishly I assumed that I’d reached a stage in my life where I didn’t have to worry about impetuous skin. I knew the drill- dry cheeks, shiny nose. Fast-forward the clock X years and I not only have the impending fine lines but I’m suddenly dealing with the unpredictable complexion of a teenager. Great.