I segued back into my former omnivore lifestyle with a pescatarian diet. After a few days, I moved past seafood. At first it was easy; I could detach myself from the animal. But then it wasn’t. As silly as it seemed, my meaty meals challenged my moral premise. I often woke up full, more from shame than from the meat itself. If I ate seafood the night before, I spent my mornings considering the water pollution offset by overfishing and farming fish. On a more emotional level, I thought about the fish and their fish lives, drifting in water only to be caught and eaten. I thought about what made me entitled to eating another sentient being. What was it about being human? Did my willpower snap in half under the weight of what others told me was simply natural for me to engage in?
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