The tendency to personally identify with my drink order has me in a slight chokehold. Every time I order a flat white, I think: this is who I am now. I immediately walk to the nearest corner store for a pack of cigarettes. I spit on the ground. A first edition Anna Karenina with the pages dog-eared appears in my hands.
Then, some days, when the jitters of that daily transformation get to be too much, I switch to something lighter — a green tea. Suddenly, I am the girl next door. Seriously, I’m right outside your house in a sundress with beautifully unruly hair. I baked you cookies, and I just hope you like them.
Other times, I’ll splurge on an iced matcha. The grains that fail to dissolve and sink to the bottom of the plastic takeout cup are no match for the absolute unit of a woman I am. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. this morning for reformer pilates and planned my entire week in a day planner while I sipped. I’ll have cocktails with my friends later on a patio, two drinks max. — I need to be in bed by 10 p.m.
Kiara Okonkwo is a writer and creative. She received a diploma in Screenwriting from Vancouver Film School and is pursuing her Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing and Media and Communication Studies. Kiara values self-expression and authenticity.
