I don’t like pizza.

Having grown up in New York, publicising this statement could get me in a lot of trouble.

Being a pizza- objector from a young age has taught me to look at obstacles in a more opportunist way. Ranging from middle school birthdays to take-out night at home, every encounter with a pizza pie became a chance to innovate. For instance, peeling the cheese off of my slice made my meal more of focaccia al pomodoro.

As brutal as it’s been being the odd one out for not liking pizza, it has made me an outside-the-(pizza)-box thinker, and I wouldn’t change a thing.