I started getting acne when I was in 6th grade, a lot earlier than most of my friends. One of the girls in my school was like, “Why don’t you just wash your face?” I was seeing a dermatologist, I was trying so hard — I couldn’t help it. I thought there was something fundamentally wrong with me and it hurt so much. It was before I even understood how to cover it up, so I thought I was stuck with it. I remember thinking, If I had one wish, it’d be to have perfect skin. Now, I’d be like, Girl, pick a better wish.