As of March the 20th I’ve been vegan for three years (and some months). I think it was one of the best things I could have done, I just wish I had made that choice earlier in my life. Before I went vegan I was barely eating any vegetables now I can’t get enough of them. The one thing I don’t think I will ever be able to get behind is having like a million bananas a day, they just taste weird to me. I went vegan for health reasons but I’m going to stay for ethical reasons and the vegan ice cream (because it’s awesome).

The good

I eat a lot more vegetables than I previously did. I also save some money because I’m not buying fast food anymore (fast food is a regular thing at my house). I have a really bad sweet tooth so when we used to make desserts I would eat a little bit more than I should have and I would always feel bad afterward. Now if I eat more than I should I don’t feel bad at all (but this could just be a me thing, not a vegan thing).

The bad

I will say though it sucks being the only vegan in my family; always asking me if I got enough protein for the day or if I want food from the table (that either has meat or dairy in it) even though I reject their offers every time, it isn’t as frequent as it used to be so I’m glad about that.

And everything else

This is just my three-year summary I guess. Even though I transitioned from a ‘regular’ diet to a vegan diet it wasn’t that hard for me. I never like meat a lot and with my body not agreeing to dairy all of the time I didn’t struggle with taking those items out of my diet (I would rarely eat eggs so that was super easy to take out).



I started this blog when I was 17 and wrote shitty poetry because that’s all that I could do at the time, was write.  I had started homeschooling for my junior year and thought that this would be an enjoyable way to not lose my mind while putting something of mine out. That didn’t really happen, I didn’t have the courage to do so but that will change.

This was supposed to be the place where I wrote about anything without being scared but, the opposite happened. I didn’t want anyone seeing my work so I stopped and started up again when I thought I could do it and then left again because I was scared.  This cycle has been going on for over 3 years.

Instead, I lost interest in writing and I picked up reading books and watching movies. I wasn’t really thinking of writing even though it was something that I loved to do. I don’t think I was the best it was just fun to write.

I’m gonna be honest with you I haven’t written in over a year because nothing has come to mind.