Yes, I am a vegetarian
No, I am not going to stand on a soap box and preach about it. That’s just not me.
Why am I a veggie? Well, simple really, I just can’t detach myself from the fact that the meat on the plate once belonged to a lovely, breathing, alive animal.
I see it jumping around the field in my head, looking cute and all that jazz. Call me mental, but that is how my brain works.
I have been a vegetarian since I was 12 years old. I think we did something on food chains at school, watched a few documentaries and that was it. What I had seen could never be unseen…my fragile brain scarred for life.
From that day on I was a pain for my Mum at dinner times, all the rest of my family being complete carnivores,taking down a pig with their bare hands if circumstance required it.
My ex husband too, is a meat eater. I would cook him animals though, using precautions to prepare it, such as gloves – latex, not fluffy wool ones.
When the kids were born it never entered my head to bring them up as vegetarians, and would never consider it. That, in my opinion, isn’t right or fair on them. That’s taking away their choice.
As it happens my son will only eat certain meat products, but my daughter could quite happily live in the wild,hunt animals, stripping them down for parts and then making a necklace with their bones.
She wants to be a zoo keeper by the way, so adores animals just as much as me, she just likes eating them too.
So that’s it really, no great story as to why, just prefer my animals still breathing…