When I was 17, I went through a particularly bad bout of acne that prompted me, a doctor-fearing-hospitals-give-me-palpitations-introverted teenager, took the initiative to visit a dermatologist. The prescription was something some of you will be familiar with; a two-pronged attack on my acne through benzoyl peroxide and clindamycin. And all was well! Until it wasn’t and as a 19-year-old...
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