My secondary school friends used to be fucking amazed at my eating habits. I had porcelain clear complexion then. Nothing could faze my face. Pimples could check in but they'd check out within the week.
My face was the poster girl for health. All these while stuffing my face with KFC and pushing them my accompanying salad when we eat at fancier restaurants.
It used to piss one of my girlfriends off when I gave her advice for her face. I would tell her pimples need to be squeezed and blackheads will go away. And that the best solution for good skin is just normal water and body soap.
In fact I never thought there was a need for different soaps till my defining conversation with my best friend then. We were 15.
"Nicole why is your skin so clear ah? What products do you use?"
"Uhhh I would soap my body then sunbian wash my face with it"
"WHAT how can you wash your face with body soap?!"
"Huh they are not the same meh?"
For a good two years, she thought I had some secret beauty routine that I was simply withholding from her. And she tried so hard to dig it out. But anyway, back to eating habits.
We would go out to eat and I would pick even the smallest piece of vegetable out from my dish. You know those little fake flakes of veggies in instant noodles? I'd pick that out too. I touched nothing green.
One of my poly friends tried forcing me to eat some. She stole all the meat from my dish and refused to give it back till I finished a mouth of veggies. I briefly considered starving but we had three engineering lectures back to back after and holy shit, I had to load up enough energy to sleep peacefully for that.
So I grudgingly ate the mouthful, I kid you not, while almost in tears and cursing her in my head a lot. She eventually gave me the meat and looked pretty proud she got me to eat my first green mouthful of 2010. YOU ARE LUCKY I LIKE YOU SS.
Cue 2014, the year my body broke into pieces. For a long time, I was plagued back to back by series after series of medical conditions. It seemed like every time I healed, something new would break. And still I did not think of changing my diet.
In fact, I had fun thinking, "HA that two-month-long bone ache did not kill me I must be invincible!"
Now, barely three months into 2015, I am once again back on my body's weakest stage yet. Back to back medical issues and plagued to death with body worries and a shit-ton of worrying symptoms.
And so, I decided to do the unthinkable.
I decided to juice my vegetables.
Heh heh okay I tried eating them wholly at first. I would take a look at the veggie compartment in my fridge, despair, then drag myself to pick out as much as I can. I would clean them briefly, dump them all into a boiling pot of water, and then dump them all into a bowl after.
And then I'll hold my breath and swallow everything.
My god typing this is an embarrassment. I can't believe there still exists a 22 year old terrified of vegetables. My parents have raised me in vain.
So anyway that didn't work out because my phobia for vegetables got full fledged after. My mum eventually decided to buy a juicer and when I saw it, it felt as if the heavens parted and a dove personally delivered upon me a golden scroll that said, "Health, bitch!"
I got really lazy to research up what I should eat or drink to re-calibrate my body for the better but I remember a conversation with a friend, in which he told me different veggies/ fruit colors serve different purposes. I zoned out after that line and the voices in my head agree to pretend we heard, "Ya Nicole just go crazy on the color."
And so here's my colorful spread of healthy shit that is now resting uncomfortably in my tummy, wondering to themselves what they did wrong to be so vengefully juiced by me when they could have been lovingly boiled by my mum.
Ah too bad sorry guys.
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