AS REVIEWED BY: VANESSA ANDERSON
My vegetarian journey (I swear this isn’t gonna be insufferable just stay with me here)
started in the second grade. My older cousin from across the pond who I idolized had struck meat from her diet so I decided it was my civic duty to do so as well. It all made perfect sense in my seven year old head: animals were cute, I liked animals, I personally wouldn’t be super happy if somebody started to eat me, I’m sure animals would feel the same way, and also Niamh was doing it so it HAD to be cool, the logic was all there. My wonderful mother, who expected this phase to be over in a matter of hours or at worst a matter of days was somewhat shocked as I kept it up through third grade, and into fourth. But I mean how could she be surprised? This was coming from a kid whose first words consisted of tofu-kan and avocado. After that, I returned to my carnivorous ways and I’ve been back and forth ever since.