the less I think about wellness, the more 'well' I become

accidental healthy habits in tokyo, part one

I was twenty five, covered in cystic acne, bone-deep exhausted, riddled with PMS, leafing through a Deliciously Ella cookbook on the floor of my tiny apartment. I was vegan, working in a wellness company that vilified soy, in all her incredible forms, and celebrated paleo above all. I remember looking through the cookbook and feeling nauseous at the sig…