by sixpenceee user Tinywiccancat
When I tell people that I’m a vegan, I always get one of three reponses: “I could never do that!” “Who cares?” And, mainly: “why?”
I always ate meat. Growing up on a small farm in Morristown, Tennessee, it was expected of me; my mother made us potpies, stews and roasts, and we all ate them. My brother and I grew up in a very traditional and gender-conforming way, helping dad take care of the animals, although I always ran and hid when it came time to slaughter, something I never got used to.
I moved out the day I turned 19, set on city life. I moved to Toronto, Canada, a major change for me! Everything was exciting and I landed a decent job and apartment within the month. I was ecstatic.