These Australian Magical "Rose Drops" Made Me Enjoy Drinking Water

Faith Xue

Drinking water to me has always seemed like an unpleasant but necessary part of life, much like doing laundry, or staying friends with exes on social media under the pretense of maturity. I wish I enjoyed drinking water. Every celebrity and model credits it for her perfect skin (though I always regard them with suspicion), and I watch people, like Byrdie’s beauty director Deven, who have a zest and passion for the tasteless fluid (for real: girl has gone to a water tasting), and I feel a twinge of forlornness. As my co-workers and seemingly everyone in the world jumped on the La Croix bandwagon, I could only sip the weird, fizzy water alternative and nod along half-heartedly, wondering what all the fuss was about. Why couldn’t I, too, have been blessed with the gene that helps one enjoy—even crave—water? Why did I have to be subjected to craving much tastier but worse-for-me things like spicy margaritas and ramen noodles? Luckily, I have people around me who force me to drink water—like my boyfriend, who makes me drink a glass of the tasteless, life-giving cloud byproduct before bed even when I quite literally thrash about like a petulant two-year-old (not proud of this behaviour, just being honest).

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