Oh my god, guys. FOOD.
Clearly, I love food. I love making food, I love eating it. I take pictures of food. I watch television about food. It's a bit of an obsessive relationship. But instead of talking about how much I love food in this post, I'd like to talk about being a vegetarian.
I'm Hispanic and for most of my life I never even considered
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It's interesting about being a vegetarian, because I have been since I was 11, and so I don't particularly think about it. The reason I became a vegetarian was because my house back home is on the same road as an abattoir so I was put off eating meat because I would see sheep being sent there. However, my views changed to not eating meat because of the environment (the meat industry produces a lot of waste) and because I find it morally wrong to take another animal's life. (Side note since I've spent a lot of time thinking about this: it's difficult to draw the line when it comes to this idea, ie. why do I find it wrong to kill a cow and not a fly? However, I have sort of internally justified it, but it's hard to vocalise that.)
However, being here and seeing my flatmates eat meat a lot (significantly more than my family at home) I have started to waver, which is strange for me. I think that because I believe it is morally right not to eat meat (one of the few moral issues I have a semi-firm stance on) I will not find it too difficult to stay a vegetarian.
Sorry if that was long and ramble-y, I am normally defending being a vegetarian, so it was nice to have a platform to examine my reasoning!
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