I was like that as a kid but then even once I became sympathetic I spent so long stupidly being like, “my individual actions won’t make a difference so why bother” and finally I realized how, for me, eating meat had become an expression of helplessness, an admission of defeat towards the cruelties of the world. Even if it is a small thing (although countless animals can be saved over a lifetime), it turns out asserting control over your own choices and acting in line with your beliefs is actually really important for mental health!

And the moment I made the leap, like literally the week of, I realized that every argument that had held me back from doing it was complete bullshit. It only seemed reasonable because I didn’t want to change my habits, so once there were no longer any habits to protect, I could suddenly see straight through them.