Downloading my Facebook data was officially one of the most excruciating things I've ever done. Even clicking onto my timeline – and scrolling back to 2006 when I first got an account mid-GCSEs – is uncomfortable. It showed me how my girlfriends and I used to call each “bitch” and “ho” to look cool, or put each other down. It was so cringey that it made me want to give our teen selves a big hug and tell them that they don't have to try so hard to be something they're not.