Okra Won, I Lost

It felt like a trap last night. My grandmother just slid the bowl of okra soup to me with no discussion and said you need to eat this. She didn't even negotiate with me on whether I wanted to or not.

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The first bite almost made me throw up because of that texture. That’s the food equivalent of stepping on something that you weren’t expecting. My first impulse was a quick no and yet I kept eating simply out of stubbornness and a little bit of pride. I was determined not to let her see me quit after only one bite. So I forced myself through it. I probably looked like someone doing a dare for cash. After I finished, I was not proud but relieved that it was over and my grandma sees me as a strong woman.

When I woke up today, I felt different but not a life changing way, there was some kind of noticeable energy shift. My usual sugar cravings were not happening. Even my stomach which normally seems to be upset in the morning was calm.

Then it occurred to me, the bowl of soup that had been so annoying may be the reason this was happening.

I hate having to admit to myself when something I have avoided because I didn't think it was for me, turns out to be good for me, it feels like a loss when I never even engaged in a debate, but here I am, I still don't like the taste but I might try to. I have been trying to dodge okra for years like a personal assault but little did I know my body needed it.

I still don't love okra but I cannot ignore the results. So, as far as whether or not this was worth it, yes.

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