Well, the cat (or should I say the chicken?) is out of the bag. I’m eating meat.
That’s right… after 10+ years of being a vegan/vegetarian, I’ve given up. Given in to my barbaric instincts. Thrown my eco-friendly, animal-loving tendencies out the window. Or have I? Follow me on a journey between ‘Kate, you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you need to’ and ‘Kate, this decision dictates who you are and what you believe in’…
I didn’t just wake up one morning and mow down on a drumstick. It was actually really, really hard to make the switch. The weird thing is, the decision I made back int he day to go vegetarian was pretty damn easy. Help animals, help the environment, be healthy. Done and done. Can I still do those things if I eat cute little animals?
I want to be strong, vibrant, and socially-aware. I feel this change in my lifestyle will lead me there. First and foremost, I’ll say this. FACTORY FARMING IS BAD BAD BAD. There are many reasons I’m choosing to go carnivore, but please note that my plans include local, organic, sustainable farming. My money is going to local farms that are doing it right. I can still be all the things I want to be and not feel like a total hypocrite.
Why am I sharing this with you? Well, it’s a big life decision, much like getting a tattoo or chopping off my hair (hear me out.) Being vegetarian was so much a part of my ‘me’. People assume certain things about you when you assign a label to yourself (republican, rastafarian, Gleek). So now, I guess I’ll just have to find other ways to let people know who I am. I’ll worry about that later. For now, just welcome me back to the circle of life.