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For many years following that exchange I thought and talked about where my meat was coming from and how horrible massed produced meat is (both in quality and to the animal). I had lengthy conversations with my mother, my boyfriend (now my husband) and anyone who would bother engaging with me about animal rights, animal cruelty, the quality of what we eat, ethical farming, the environment, how the meat industry has made a great job in disassociating the steak you eat from the animal it comes from and how the fact that we refuse to eat our dog, but are fine eating a chicken, is a social construct (don’t tell me that my dog is mine and I have an emotional attachment to it, but a cow is just random, because (most of) you still wouldn’t eat dog meat from a dog you don’t know). Alas, I could I always found excuses to not stop eating meat (“I love sushi!” “I can’t live without cheese!”) until I didn’t.

Two years ago I took the plunge. It wasn’t an abrupt decision and I didn’t cut everything at once. I first stopped eating everything that didn’t live under water, then a few month later I stopped eating eggs, then dairy and then I finally gave up all those water living animals. Yeap, giving up fish was surprisingly the hardest thing for me.

Since then I have faltered a few time when it comes to dairy and fish, I admit it, but I try and I think that’s better than not.