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Originally Posted by MarjorieMargarine
So, I've had a lifelong struggle with meat. Don't get me wrong, I LIKE meat. For the most part. But I have never really been able to get past the mental hurdle of "what it is." I grew up in an average omnivorous family, and no one else in the family feels that way. For years, I kind of just admitted to myself that I was a hypocrite- though I obviously had strong feelings about meat, I would still eat it if I didn't have to think about it- things that didn't LOOK like what they came from.[...]
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Goodness, this paragraph really resonates with me. My most beloved meal as a child was minced meat sauce but, as soon as I saw a vein in a chicken that I was eating, I turned pescetarian. A couple of weeks later, I started eating meat again when a classmate offered me a neatly stuffed sausage. Another favorite of mine used to be salmon, but seeing the scales and bones always bothered me.
I believe that a big reason for our carnivorous culture's continued existence is our ability to disassociate and/or compartmentalize the consequences of our actions. The predicaments of pigs don't even
begin to enter our minds when we're gorging ourselves on their meat. Most of us don't associate bacon with knives and gas chambers; we associate it with "good mornings" and hearty breakfasts.
Since going vegan, I've made an active attempt to condition myself into associating the sight and smell of animal products with the reality described above. I have successfully managed to turn my moral upset into a more visceral repulsion. This makes it easy for me to keep my actions aligned with my moral philosophy. I'm still going strong after more than six years of avoiding animal-products.