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Listen, internet (particularly you youngsters, who (let's face it) probably aren't on lj anyway, but should be, because here is some truth for you): my friends and I, we've been joking for awhile now about Second Puberty. See, you hit a certain age, which I will not name because I am a lady, and things? They start to happen.

LIke what, you ask, impressionable youngsters?

Well, it ain't pretty. You start to break out, for one. Certain undergarments no longer fit the way they once did, which is an expensive pain in the chest. Your lady business? Which had, after a rocky, painful start, basically settled into a predictable (if totally annoying) routine? It starts to get REAL.

I thought that was all, and hey, it was bad enough, but no! Turns out there's more!

See, it's not just your body screaming back toward adolescence. It's your all of you. It's your mind, your heart, your every insecurity, all conspiring to make you twelve again.

It goes a little something like this: I like all the boys! ...but I don't understand them. Why are they so mean? Do I look okay? Do I look like her? Or her? Or her? Where are my friends? What are they doing? Do they think I'm cool? Why are they so mean? Is this normal? Am I normal? Am I the only one who feels this way?

Tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way.

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