I had my first puff of a cigarette at the grand old age of 13. Yes, I was just 13 years old, a child still. I remember I didn’t even like it and wondered what the fuss was about. Yet I continued, largely (or perhaps wholly) due wanting to fit in. Maybe it was being the new girl at school and I felt that this was my way of trying to make friends as I wasn’t a particularly confident teen. Still, despite smoking, trying to look cool (what does that mean anyway?!) I still managed to get bullied throughout secondary school.