It happened WAY too gradually for me to really notice. Other people had growth spurts, I grew with style and grace.
Except for my voice. Cracky, squeaky, ever-deepening for years, until my (singing) voice had become a baritone, reaching down into the deepest bass notes. When I was able to do a fair imitation of Paul Robeson singing Old Man River, I knew I'd attained something awesome.
On the other hand, puberty gave me acne. Granted, I didn't do much to treat it until senior year of high school, but DAMN, my skin is sensitive. Three chocolate chips, and I get a big damn whitehead somewhere on my face. That part of puberty has screwed me over but good.
And my body hair is REALLY weird. I have five hairs on my back across the shoulders, this downy fuzz on my chest with some longer, coarser hair, and my whole lower body is three hairs from being a fur coat. Not only that, but I have this one patch of coarse hair on my upper arm, just below the shoulder. The hell?
Okay, I guess there wasn't much style OR grace to be had. Still, great voice, so it all works out.
