“Tall iced soy caramel macchiato, please,” I order at Starbucks while my sister rolls her eyes at me.
“You’re so bougie, you and your soymilk,” she tells me in her normal sarcastic tone. Don’t knock it till you try it, little girl, I think to myself as I let her have a sip. Lo and behold, I have made her a believer of my bougie ass drink.
Recently I’ve been putting in much effort to lessen my dairy intake, both for my health and some extant skin issues. Over the course of the last few months, I have had the worst breakouts of my life. It stressed me out so much; I have never had any skin woes as a pubescent teen, even during the high points in my life where I was constantly either partying or working and never had a decent amount of sleep. I don’t want to bore whoever reads this with my skin woes so after a hefty bout of internal crying, rampage and one too many WebMD searches, I decided to be an adult about it and went to see a professional to finally help me correct this bout of too-late-for-my-age-group acne.
Apparently my hormones decided to start fucking up at this point in my life like in a “you’re not getting any younger but let me make you feel like an insecure teenager” way. Not going to get into it much but *surprise, surprise*, the solution is part medication and part lifestyle change. (Wow, I am so enlightened.) With this comes this whole no dairy thing, which I think is the hardest part of it all. I LOVE dairy like, I drink coffee with milk almost every day, I love cheese and I LOVE yogurt. Like, I fucking love it. Give me yogurt with some granola on top for a meal and I will survive.
Now I find myself constantly asking places “is there dairy in this?” or passing up the butter when I get free bread at restaurants, or probably the worst, asking servers to “remove the cheese from the sandwich/pasta/whatever, thanks.” Let me tell you, the judgy face I got from the employee at Subway was not cute. Same girl, same; No cheese?! Sacre bleu!
The first few weeks felt miserable. It didn’t help that when I started, someone ordered a huge box of pizza and I was stuck eating the crusts with the least amount of cheese on it, which I had to shave off, so I just doused with hot sauce to make up for the lack of gooey goodness. But as the weeks passed, I kind of got the hang of it. Not to say that it’s going perfectly; ice cream is my WEAKNESS and when someone gives you a free KitKat McFlurry, you bet your ass I will get on that in a snap! This whole thing really has me wondering how vegans do this; there is so much good food in the world (made even better with a slice of cheese on top, or two or twelve) and I have to sit here and shave off the best parts.
This ordeal has me realizing two things: one, that I am in a high stage of superficialism because I’d rather get an expensive laser than eat for two days; and two, this whole thing has me serving up a platter of self-discipline. I give in to the occasional coffee with cow milk, but now I find myself kind of being meh at the taste of cheese (which in a million years I would have never thought.) I’m writing about this more as a self-reminder to check in after a while and finally say no to that McFlurry. Let’s see how this goes.
*Image from here.