When I first became a vegetarian, I was 10 years old. I was raised in a family of meat eaters (my sister has since become a vegetarian and my mom is mostly one), but I knew from early on that eating animals wasn't for me. I can remember so clearly sitting at my parents' kitchen table for dinner, poking at a pork chop looking at the veiny colors, picturing the pig running around at a farm, and not feeling right about eating him. I was probably 7 at the time. Once I went meat-free, I never went back. But I do remember feeling almost embarrassed if I was at a friends' house or a BBQ and had to tell people that I wouldn't be eating a hamburger. I think I mostly didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I was different, or be a pain in the ass to have over for dinner for that ... [Read More]
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