Confessions of a matcha convert: how I accidentally became that girl

May 26, 2025

I never liked coffee.
Not the taste, not the aftertaste, and definitely not the heart-palpitating chaos that seem to follow a double espresso.

But still, there I was, constantly hearing “Let’s meet for coffee!” from friends, clients, potential collaborators… and exes trying to rebrand as friends. Apparently, “Let’s meet for juice” didn’t have the same ring to it. And there are only so many beetroot shots one can pretend to enjoy in public.

To be fair, I’ve always loved tea. A real green tea girl : Genmaicha, with its nutty warmth, was my first love.
But something was missing. I wanted that cozy, comforting, foamy drink. I wanted the Instagram moment too: the minimalist café aesthetic, the perfect ceramic cup, maybe even a little heart-shaped dusting on top.

“Would you like a matcha latte?”
At first, I was skeptical. It looked like liquid algae and smelled like used bathwater.
But you all know I’m an adventurous soul. So I tried it, and it was… unexpectedly delicious! Grassy, but in a chic way. Bitter, but soft. And pretty, I mean SO pretty!

This is how I became that girl.
The one who eyes sifters and ceramic cups in every boutique.
The one suddenly invested in ceremonial-grade powder and the perfect barista coconut-to-almond milk ratio.

The one who wakes up thinking, “It’s a matcha morning again!”
The worst part? I love it. I feel enlightened. Focused. My skin’s glowing, my soul’s hydrated, and I haven’t had a caffeine crash in weeks (well, to be fair, I never really had one, but it just sounds cool to say). I’ve even reached the point where I’m experimenting… adding collagen, spirulina, even butterfly pea. I’m on a slippery slope toward full-blown matcha latte mastery. Is this what wellness tastes like?

So no, I never loved coffee. But I did love the idea of a daily ritual, something foamy and photogenic. And matcha gave me that. Plus, I’m calmer (at least on the inside), glowier, and focused just enough to process both my to-do list and my inner chaos.

And to think, I used to judge this wellness-infused tribe.
You know the type: starting their day with yoga and affirmations, dressed in matching Lululemon, finishing it off with a matcha latte and a moral high ground.
Turns out, I might have more in common with them than I’d like to admit. But please…don’t tell anyone.

Namaste. (God help me.)

With love, from Sophie