After being in the United States for a week I feel like it’s such a culture shock, yet so comfortable at the same time. I feel a little bit like the Olympic flame that is getting passed from friends to friends which I love.
I’d like to talk about preferences. And more importantly, food preferences.
Whenever I’m out to eat, which is most nights of the week, there is inevitably one person that asks me why I choose to be vegan. It’s, really, harmless question, but it invites a long discussion about why I am choosing to put, or not put, certain foods into my body. Which is, honestly, no one’s goddamn business but my own.