I am plant-based (and happier)

See, if I had written “vegan,” half of you would probably think, “What a preacher!” But now that I’ve got your attention… I am vegan. 

According to Wikipedia’s definition, “Veganism is the practice of abstaining from the use of animal products, particularly in diet, and an associated philosophy that rejects the commodity status of animals.” 


Veganism is (in my opinion) a lifestyle that one can choose and adapt in many ways. My veganism has roots in my family and upbringing.

My mom barely ate meat when I was born and slowly turned away from it. When my older sister Tatiana became all 100% plant based, my mom followed. Not long after, my little sister Kat became vegan (she was only 13 at that time; she’s so freaking bad ass!). Although half of my family wasn’t eating meat, including my mom, she’d always make two dishes for dinner. We’d have a choice between one with meat and one without. Can we just take a minute to praise that lady?! I know how time-consuming it can be to cook for only two, and she cooked two meals every night for 5-10 people…!

Vicki the Meat Eater

As a picky and stubborn kid, I’d always go with the “easy” option: the meat dish. If you ask my siblings or parents today, they’ll tell you I was the one who consumed the most meat (and just food in general!). So, what happens when someone tells you something a countless number of times? You start to believe it. 

I saw myself as this kid who could, and would, eat the most. At restaurants, I’d go out of my way to pick the plate that sounded most extreme. Combo plate with chicken, meatballs, and steaks? It’s mine! There was this strange pressure to maintain the image that my surroundings created. And I’m just now realizing how unhealthy this relationship with food was. I never knew how it felt to be simply full because I kept eating past that.


I’ll bet a dairy-free pint of Ben & Jerry’s you’re imagining a very fat kiddo–but that’s not completely true. Yes, I was a little chubby, but all my dance classes helped me stay within the normal weight class.

During boarding school in 9th grade, my parents were no longer paying for dance classes. I gained a few pounds and topped 165 lbs (75kg), but in another post I can tell you how I lost 33 lbs (15kg) in a couple years.

2015/2018

How and why did I become vegan?

Let’s just say my family was pretty surprised. I mean, I was working at an American-themed restaurant called BONES.


One night my older sister of two years, Josephine, and I talked about how we felt like we were vegans “in the closet.” We admired our sisters and mom for making the change, and we knew that it was (in our opinion) the best thing to do. But we also agreed that we couldn’t take the step; it was just too much of a sacrifice.


Something changed in me during the summer of 2018, however. I was 19 and had just returned from a dance competition with my four best friends in the world, my dance crew Selection. After that trip I was feeling super motivated and confident. That was when I travelled to London (solo) to take dance classes. 


My parents will often joke how it took an amazing boy to finally convert me to veganism. And I can’t argue there.

Devin had been plant-based for 2 years when he met me. He took me to Wild Life Cafe on our second night together. At that point in my life, I was completely open to letting everything in. People, ideas, inspiration. I was ready to eat up the world.
Coming home from London, I continued to eat meat when it was served, but I stopped buying it. Ditto milk, eggs and cheese. When I found out Devin was going to fly in just two weeks later, I started experimenting with veggie-packed meals (and bombing my vegan family members with questions).

I went from thinking explicitly “vegan food” to just cooking creative dishes that happened to have no animal products. Way easier than expected, surprisingly! 

November 4th, 2018 was the day Devin arrived in Denmark and the last day for me as Vicki the Meat Eater.

My whys might be different from other vegans you know. It took a boy and my health to go cold turkey (from, well, turkey). Is that selfish? I sometimes think so, but my motivation has since expanded. I’m much more aware of the profound impact it has on animal cruelty and the environment.

Lately I’ve followed the new Danish political parti Veganer Partiet and they’ve opened my eyes to the brutal reality of how animals are treated (even when the farmers are following the law).
I’ll leave you with this link in case you wanna look more into the amazing (and much needed!) work lead by Henrik Vindfeldt.

My relationship with food now

No more chunky monkey (as Dev would have called me, out of love of course). Food is way more interesting now, to be honest. Freestyling (Click here, to check out my favorite recipe) in the kitchen is a newfound passion, and I’m in love with the challenge of working from scratch. When you can’t just pull a ready-made meal off the supermarket shelf, you get creative! I’m not picky anymore (besides pickles, remoulade–a Danish thing, made out of pickles, so don’t bother to look it up–and olives. Oh and artichokes actually).

Some might think “vegan food” will make you either super skinny (because it’s all veggies) or terribly unhealthy (because a lot of alternatives are processed). It’s a fine balance between veggies providing all your necessary protein/vitamins and substituting meat alternatives in your favourite dishes. I’m sure some (me!) would worry about saying goodbye to pizza forever. I have to tell you, though… damn do I love my vegan pizzas loaded with greens and Daiya cheese.

BBQ cauliflower wings on cashew cheese and onion
topped with home grown cilantro!

In the beginning, I told myself that I could start eating roast and drinking cow’s milk whenever I wanted, and that the switch to veganism was just to challenge myself. Being vegan, I feel far from restricted. Instead I would say enlightened, just probably not in the half-religious way you think. It’s not about giving up a big part of your plate. I found out that a dinner can be so much more than the basic 3-part meal: potatoes with sauce (we Danes really love our potatoes…), rosa steak, and a side salad.

Do I miss eating meat? No! Do I miss the social traditions and freedom to order everything on the menu? A little. But I’ve enjoyed so many amazing meals (with surprising ingredients and new spices) all because I’ve opened my mind to other options (PLUS restaurants are proving that plant-based is kinda trendy).

I will continue to encourage everyone to be open-minded when it comes to food, to discover new recipes and to accept lifestyles different from their own. We’re out here doing something that we know is right for us, for nature and for the future.

Still, I’m in no way saying this is what you need to do. Truthfully, I’m sick and tired of “meat eaters” sticking an equal sign between “vegan” and “preacher.” 

I remember how my mom would try to convince me (often!) to pick whatever meat-free option she made for dinner, and I would feel like she was coming across as pushy or a know-it-all. It didn’t feel good. But she wasn’t wrong. Her food was and still is delicious, more varied, and for a lot of reasons more ethically right. Now I see my resentment: she was trying to change my perspective before I was ready to.

Veganism is at its core about compassion–for animals, yes, but also fellow human beings.

Would I love for you to join me on this vegan journey and experience all the wonders of tofu scrambles and black bean burgers? Of course! It’s awesome and it has made me happier! But I also fully respect that these journeys take time, that our positive memories are intertwined with our meat, and maybe even part of our identity.

Any questions, comments, or delicious vegan recipes (yes, please!) are very welcome down below.

I’ll give you three of my favorite recipes:
Thai Peanut Lettuce Wraps, but with rice noodles and less oil (with the peanut butter and that amount of oil it can be a little too greasy).

Tira Misu, takes a little more time, but worth the extra effort. I promise!

Mac and Cheese, I usually boil and blend a carrot together with the potatos and the cashews sinse it’ll give the cheese more of that caracteristic cheese color.
ENJOY!

Kys og kram, Vicki the Plant Eater,
Victoria Liv

Dancer in LA: under pressure and dealing with injuries

I came to L.A. 8 months ago just brimming with energy. I was charged up by love from Devin, having recovered fully from a pulled hamstring back in March 2019, and excited to train with California’s amazing dancers and noted choreographers.
In January/February 2019 I spent a month staying with Devin and would dance non-stop. Now, I thought, was my chance to make an impression on the trainers I’d scouted out.

My first two weeks living in LA went by fast. I was taking classes at multiple studios, going out for auditions and networking. But a twisted ankle during Nico O’Conner’s jazz funk class quickly put a hold on my joy.

At first I didn’t feel it, but when I got back home there was no doubt it was sprained. I stayed at home for 1-2 weeks, taped it up and did exercises. But worse than the pain was the discomfort of my thoughts. 

I wanted–needed–to dance so badly, and yet I had to continually convince myself to be patient. I just moved here and would have plenty of time to dance after the healing process. Or at least that’s what I thought. 

On February 13th I got into a car accident. I was hit on the driver’s side by a car running a red light (T-boned, as they call it here). Luckily my little sister (who was visiting from Denmark) and I were able to walk from the accident, but my body took the shock a little harder than my mind. My back tightened up, putting pressure on my rotator cuff, which no longer allowed my arm to rise higher than shoulder height.
Spending hours and hours at The Health Spot – Studio City – Home with a chiropractor and massage wasn’t ideal; that said, they made the experience as comfortable and safe as possible.

Just when I was ready to dance again and confident nothing could get worse: BOOM, the universe served a pandemic and closed all the dance studios.

I know that this pandemic has had serious consequences for a lot of people. Losing jobs, losing homes and some even losing family members. While I didn’t experience loss in that way, it nevertheless felt like I was now missing my creativity outlet. 

The pandemic turned the plans I had upside down.
Knowing that I would have to wait for my working permit to get a job, I imagined spending most of my time in studios like Movement Lifestyle, Millennium, Tmilly, and Playground. These classes, I thought, would be a way to meet people and distract myself from homesickness. It wouldn’t be just training for me, but a second home. But with dance classes no longer an option, I had to seriously readjust my expectations.

To my surprise the quarantine was lifted briefly. Thankfully studios opened for a few weeks, although with limited capacity, mask requirements, and six feet of social distancing. Everyone was so excited to take “in-person” classes again, and I was too! Those first classes back were alive with positivity and gratitude from all the dancers. We couldn’t hug or touch, but we still felt connected. I doubt any dancer can take for granted a non-virtual class again. 

On the other hand, online classes lower the performance anxiety, which might be healthy considering the competitive atmosphere. At the end of class it’s almost a ritual for teachers to pick the outstanding dancers or split us into groups. Competition is everywhere. And as fantastic as it is dancing alongside such talented and driven dancers, there’s an immense pressure. To master choreography. To perform at top level. To be noticed by the teacher. 

One thing I’ve learned (especially with perfectionist tendencies) is that I need to know my limits. It’s great to aspire to keeping up with these dancers, but I can’t expect myself to be at 100% where I left off. I learned this the hard way. The third lesson back, without having warmed up enough, I jumped down in a split (because we were told to) and pulled my hamstring on my left leg (opposite of my earlier pulled hamstring).

Studios closed down again, and I’m sitting here nursing a new injury. I still feel like I haven’t discovered my full potential as a dancer. Clearly I need to get to know my body better.
Over here, in America, there’s another mindset about achievement (rent here is not cheap and dance jobs don’t hang on trees) and I guess I expected myself to just adapt effortlessly to that mindset.
Truth is, it takes time to not only encode it in your brain, but also to prepare your whole body for the enormous pressure of training. I’m working on bettering the connection between mind and body.

How to handle/treat a new injury: RICE

Note to myself (and you): Listen to your body!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv