When I was a teenager, I was grateful that I had few zits on my face.  I hated, however, the fact that I had them all over my back. It was a social hazard to go swimming or change my shirt around other teens.  I couldn’t bear the thought of my peers seeing my acne-covered back and being grossed out by me.  So I did the only thing I knew to effectively get rid of it: I baked my fair skin in the sun until it burned.