For this post, I thought I would share the reason why I became a vegetarian. Before I get started, I just want to inform you that parts of this post may be upsetting to some (animal lovers). Everything stated in this blog post is true.
Like many people, I grew up eating meat. That’s what everyone did; it was viewed as normal and healthy. We didn’t eat a variety of meat (poultry, beef, and pork), but we did eat it every day. We thought meat was nutritious, right? That’s what everyone is told — it’s what society tells us. But, it turns out it’s actually not. Not only is the meat industry responsible for billions of animals being violently killed every year, it’s also harmful to our health.
All my life I’ve loved animals. When I was young, I NEVER connected the fact that the cows that I loved would become the steak that I ate. Then eventually I got a little older and learned of that fact. I didn’t like it, but I figured that that’s the way it was. I thought they lived their lives happily, and then they were “humanely” killed and made into food. I mean seriously… how can a living being be “humanely” killed? It just doesn’t happen.
When I was around 15 years old, I started doing research on where meat comes from. I mean obviously it comes from the animal …but how did it go from a living creature to meat on my plate? I didn’t get too much into to the research because what I found really bothered me. But I did enough research to convince me to stop eating pork and beef. The only meat I continued eating for the next 5 years was poultry. Over that period of 5 years, I continued doing research. I was disgusted by what I saw. I saw pigs being kicked, beaten, and viciously killed all in front of other animals. I saw cows having their tails cut off, being moved and dragged with machinery, and crying in terror and pain. I saw chickens and turkeys having their necks broken, their beaks sliced off, and chickens so fat that their legs snapped under them. I’ve seen sheep on export ships die by cooking from the inside out from heat exhaustion. I saw the pain, stress, and sadness in the animals. I saw them bruised and beaten. They looked sick and terrified. I knew these animals and the billions of other ones raised for food felt so much pain. Eventually, shortly after my 20th birthday, I decided that that was it, I was no longer going to contribute to that industry. Ever since then, I’ve never looked back. Today I’m able to eat delicious and healthy meals without contributing to the meat industry.
All I can say is that the meat and bi-product industry is disgusting and I will never contribute to it again. An animals life is worth more than my taste buds.