I know what it means to me, BUT to others, it’s a whole ‘nother can of worms.
I’m still young and therefore the idea of vegetarianism/veganism is completely foreign and unnecessary to my family, STILL.
*sigh, I certainly question why my family, unlike the number of reasonable people out there, are repelled to this lifestyle.
When I eat at my grandparents’ houses, it’s rude not to plop a helping of meat on my plate…in a sense, couldn’t that just be out of generosity that I don’t take it, so that there’s more for everyone else that actually wants it? Reason with me here, people! It’s not like I hiss at it.
And they always bring up the fact that I’m too skinny and I don’t need to lose anymore weight. -.- Not the point! Plus, my dad and I just so happen to be the “slimmest” and tallest in our kin….weird huh?
I comprehend the fact they care about my body’s maturing and well being, but I wish they would trust that I’m educated about this. I’ve survived on this lifestyle for almost two years now. And Paul McCartney is meatfree and kicks ass at his concerts even at his old age (no offense Paul!).
I feel like they’re the ones that need more educating than I do about vegetarianism. It certainly doesn’t help when they make remarks like “for every cow you save, I eat 3”, that make me feel like my purpose is being defeated and I’m powerless and can’t make a difference in their lives );
How did you cope? What did you tell your confused peers to assure them this was the right choice? What should I do?
I don’t want to cry at the dinner table….it’s happened before, but things still haven’t really changed because of it.
My mom cares, always asking me what my protein source for every meal will be. My dad overlooks it but is the biggest steak eater in the bunch (indifferent I guess).
But the thing that hurts me the most is that when my relatives put me and my diet down, my parents don’t defend me. In fact, they don’t say anything. I just have to look at them from behind watery eyes and try to keep an appetite.