The Hardest Part About Being Vegan
It’s not finding vegan restaurant options. It’s not self control around devilled eggs at Christmas. It’s not keeping up your health. It’s not getting in enough calories. It’s definitely not getting in your protein. It’s not finding non-leather shoes. It’s not finding cheap cruelty free makeup.
The hardest thing about being vegan is watching Earthlings with your mother, and not ten minutes after it’s over, watching her prepare chicken for dinner.
It’s hearing nonvegan friends talk about standard factory farm practices and realising that they aren’t ignorant, they just don’t care.
It’s hearing your brother say “they’re just animals” and ordering a lambskin coat online, not caring that it was made out of slaughtered children.
It’s hearing your grandmother laugh out loud while reading about dairy cows being raped so they can begin producing milk.
It’s seeing your pregnant sister eating pork chops, eating a pig’s body, and feeding the tiny helpless life inside her that dead animal body too.
It’s knowing about your fathers dangerously high blood pressure and watching him eat the milky, cheesy, scrambled eggs your mother prepared for him.
It’s hearing a dog-loving classmate say that it is ethically wrong to eat dog-meat, but perfectly okay to eat chickens, pigs, and cows, because she ties what is ethical to what she personally wants.
It’s realising that the world is not as compassionate as you. It isn’t actually as normal as you thought to care about the wellbeing of others. Your heart is abnormally large and the rest of the world is apathetic and cruel. The rest of the world doesn’t care who suffers for their tastebuds.
It’s seeing the selfishness, greediness, apathy, arrogance, evilness, and coldheartedness of humanity and living in it every single day.
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