I think "puberty" is my least favorite word in the English language. It sounds exactly how it feels and it's dripping in shame, insecurity and awkwardness. It's the introduction of hair, glands, puss and grease. Yum.
And what was with that kid in middle school who decided it would be less embarrassing to borrow his sister's cover-up than just deal with the fact that he had zits? Not only did we all notice that he had zits, but we also noticed that he was wearing makeup. It made it so much harder for me to justify my crush on him.