Essay: Why I am a Vegetarian

This is the second essay here on DD.


The moment I became a vegetarian was the moment I realized how gross meat was. I was in the middle of eating a chicken drum when I realized what I was eating. I quickly swore off chicken, beef, pork and any other meats in that moment.

I was a junior in high school. It’s been over ten years since I’ve stopped eating meat.


After I stopped eating meat, I lost ten pounds. I was already pretty skinny, but it just goes to show how fatty meat can be. I also felt better, but getting healthier and feeling great weren’t the only reasons I changed my diet.

It was a religious and a scientific choice.

I used to be a modern pagan witch before I learned about Hellenic polytheism. Suffice to say, I read a lot of Llewellyn books. One of which is laughably the worst historical account imaginable on Druidism, but it give me a new perspective on eating meat.

The author wrote that eating meat is eating the suffering and pain of the animal. You are not just consuming the meat, but everything that animal endured.

I thought about this for a long time. Every time I ate meat, I felt like I was absorbing their pain. I know it sounds completely bonkers, but I felt that as spiritual person, I didn’t want to consume more pain and suffering than I am already experiencing.

So I decided in that moment not to eat anymore meat.

While avoiding meat like the plague, my parents took offense to my decision thinking it was an insane choice. Why would you not eat meat? It’s so good!

Funny that you asked, but I stuck with my diet because of the meat industry and its contribution to pollution, climate change, and its massive use of land.

My dad took the greatest offense to my shift from eating cows to kale. He grew up on a farm where you slaughter you’re own animals and eat them. I respect that, but we don’t get to live on farms anymore where you can treat your animals well and kill them humanely.

Needless to say that didn’t prevent him from mocking me when he got the chance and shove whatever cooked meat he was eating in my face.

Being a vegetarian was the hardest thing to do when I lived with my parents. Recently, I found out that I am gluten intolerant and that is another challenge I have to face eating at their place.

Luckily, I have a really great husband and I have plenty of food in the house!