After nearly six months of eating a plant-based diet that had lessened the severity of my health issues I decided to attempt veganism in earnest. I failed a lot. I would be vegan for a week, sometimes two or three before having a slip up. I would be vegan during the week and not on the weekends, for a few months I ditched veganism completely. I continued falling off the wagon and pulling myself back on, sometimes with one foot on board while the other dragged along the pavement for a year and a half.
Then, in early January after a weekend of eating pork loin at a friend’s birthday celebration, folding slices of greasy pizza into my mouth, and eating Popeyes I sat on my grandmother’s couch reading a book of essays called Sistah Vegan. As I read, I found myself intrigued by the varying perspectives, but it was the essay “Social Justice Beliefs and Addiction to Uncompassionate Consumption” by Sistah Vegan editor, A. Breeze Harper, that changed me.
