She was once a vegan.
Now she hunts the ocean for food!
‘Why does everyone always assume I’m a vegetarian?’
I asked my fiancé this question after another of his friends phoned before a dinner party to check what I’d like to eat instead of the meat option. ‘I think you just have that look about you,’ he replied, ‘And, well, you do a lot of yoga…’
I was about to protest until I looked down at my outfit – a pair of tie dyed pants, a t-shirt made from recycled bottles and a yoga mat bag over my shoulder with the slogan ‘Peace and Love’ printed down the side.
I have to admit that I can partly understand why people assume that I have a ‘no food with a face’ policy. The truth is that I was a vegetarian for most of my life, as the daughter of a strict vegetarian mother who raised my older sister and I on Napoletana pasta and Linda McCartney sausages.
But, two years ago, I did a moral backflip and started eating meat, regularly and unremorsefully. In fact, I not only eat ‘food with feelings’ but I also kill it myself, proudly.
Those people who assume I’m a vegetarian would think differently if they saw me emerge from the ocean with a spear gun in one hand and three fish dangling from the other, shouting that I shot one ‘right through the eyeball.’
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