"So, what can you even eat anyway?"
To Whom It May Concern:
Hi. I'm Bri.
I'm a voluntary vegetarian who's allergic to wheat, beets, bananas, small talk, darkness, and passive aggressive behavior.
In other words, I'm a highly sensitive person with a highly sensitive diet.
I tend to get incredibly self-conscious about the drama that my weird food issues create. Especially in social settings. Like, to the point where not too long ago I nearly cried stress-tears in a supermarket trying to choose a bread alternative for a meal when I realized that I would be the only one eating it. I've also cried on multiple occasions because I've shown up somewhere and couldn't eat. There's also the always inevitable someone brings or makes you something and is offended because I can't (won't) eat it and they just don't understand why.
I feel like needing a special meal, or a gf/veggie option is a major inconvenience that just draws SO MUCH ATTENTION.
Attention to me.
Attention to my body.
Attention to my whole complicated situation.
In the spirit of "Body", I feel like I should also own up to the fact that I have a hella weird relationship with food and my body, and eating what's good for my body. and not eating what's not good for my body. So, the idea of making a big deal about requesting something that I need for my body freaks. me. out. I'm not expecting everyone to just remember my complicated dietary deal, but I just don't want to make things difficult for everyone else. I just don't want to have to ask!
For this reason, I'm an expert at being the "worst gluten-free person you've ever met." I've eaten spoonfuls of frosting at birthday parties. Scrounged the cheese or toppings off of sandwiches and slices of pizza at lunches. Made meals out of sides and the granola bar in the bottom of my purse at group dinners.
I've learned recently that one of the things that gets me right in my soul is when people remember little needs or preferences. Like, someone remembering that when it comes to wine, my response to "red or white?" is usually "...pink!" Or someone making a salad and leaving the olives on the side. Little things that send big messages.
I feel like these days people with complicated dietary needs/preferences are getting a pretty bad rep. There's also so much unhealthy food advice floating around that it makes me dizzy. Honestly, it's so hard to keep up. I get it. So, please know that it really doesn't bother me that you have to ask. Even if it's every time. I promise don't mind. It just means the world to me that you care. Plus there's an upside for you. You can always have my bread.