It’s been a while since I last blogged, as I was busy adjusting to college and living so far away from home. I participated in a Dinner Table event, where students sit across several dinner tables to tell a story based on the prompts given beforehand. Our first Dinner Table prompt was “Fresh”. It was really interesting to see most of the people interpreting fresh as a new beginning in life, and a form of feeling after stepping out of their comfort zone. If I was the last to present, I would’ve probably changed my entire story to fit the theme of how others interpret the word. I’m glad I was the first.
“For me, when I think about the word Fresh, I immediately envision a sort of fruit, with fresh water droplets on it, as if they were just picked from the farm. With a glowing halo surrounding it. One fruit in particular that I associate fresh with is avocados.
Fresh avocados are always so near yet so far. I’ve always looked at avocados as if they were angels or goddesses, not because I love the taste of it, but because they looked so luxurious and I never got a chance to physically touch it for years.
I was a sports enthusiast and I love watching videos and pictures of these toned and thicc American female gym trainers doing workout or prepping their pre-workout or post-workout meals. As a kid, I was so ready to be like them, a social media influencer in the wellness industry. Then I realized I can never be like them, because I always lack that ONE fruit that EVERY one of them puts in their meals—Avocados. Fresh Avocados. While I tried searching for that ultimate fruit in the market, I faced one of the most heartbreaking news of my life as a young kid. I could never be like those on America’s next top model or Victoria Secret fashion show, because I couldn’t afford avocados. One tiny avocado could buy a meal at that time. My dad has 6 of us and a forever-hungry dog to feed, who has time for avocados? Note that the avocados in the market weren’t that pretty either. They do not look as great as those I saw in YouTube videos.
That dream that seemed so fresh has lost its glow. At one point, I even resented Asian food, having so much oil in them, unlike that fresh and healthy avocado. Weird isn’t it? How such tiny fruit in other people’s life can be such a dream to others on the other side of the world.
I got a taste of my first avocado at the age of 18 when I studied abroad. That moment is still fresh in my memory. Not because I thought I was in heaven, but my instant reaction was “oh, this is avocado?” it tasted great, but maybe me worshipping over it might be too over the top. Don’t get me wrong, I still like fresh avocados, but maybe I could replace them with some avocardios instead to keep myself in shape. Hashtag pun intended. “