by AVI VINCE
I have been vegan for just over one year. Prior to that, I was a chicken and fish eater for 14 years. Prior to that, my diet consisted of red meat and potatoes.
When my husband tells people that his wife is vegan they immediately get an image in their head. Long dreadlocks. Tattoo sleeves on both arms. Piercings everywhere. They are utterly shocked to find that I am so straighty-one-eighty that it is bordering on nerdy. Okay, not bordering, I am an actual nerd. Apparently, I am the first nerd they have met who leads an alternative lifestyle without the stereotypical alternative look.
In addition to my stereotypes, I always get two questions about my veganism. Often with an expression of utter bewilderment that I voluntarily chose to go down this path.
First question, why did I choose to be vegan?
I have never liked eating meat of any kind. The only reason I was eating chicken and fish was because research and people (family) told me I would be sickly if I didn’t. I often only ate it when it was covered in sauces or deep fried that it didn’t taste like what it original was.
I also found out that all my efforts at trying to be animal friendly through free range and organic weren’t a guarantee to the animal living happily ever after. I can’t stand animal cruelty and it was an easy switch. Yes, I still get cravings for chocolate (diary) and yes, I still cave and eat chocolate. But other than that, I am vegan and love it. I have never been healthier.
Second question, would I force my children to eat vegan?