I know some have @ signed me but I'm on my phone and it's too much hassle to scroll. Plus I don't know you, you don't know me so it's doesn't really matter either way.
To the poster who asked me about the additives in vegan food. I was a teenager, I ate fruit, chips cooked in vegetable oil if out, if not then Indian or Chinese for a sit down meal. I rarely cooked. I quite liked those Tivali frozen frankfurters but in terms of processed food that was about it.
I started eating diary again because I became malnourished on a vegan diet, even with all the supplements I took. My BMI and blood pressure were dangerously low so something had to give.
When I was trying to conceive then I started eating unprocessed free range meat in low amounts to ensure I provided everything my unborn child needed. This continued throughout breastfeeding and I started thinking about why I felt so energetic and didn't look grey anymore.
I will say that being malnourished through veganism also messed up my metabolism and I'm pretty fat now despite not eating huge amounts. Though to be fair, I started getting properly fat when I lost my waist during peri menopause.
I was a campaigner for Compassion in World Farming so have seen all the videos mentioned from slaughter houses in my teens. This is why I advocate against factory farming and seek to promote ethical meat production.
There is no such thing as a nice death. Whatever the slaughter method, it is quick and as painless as its possible to make it. The animal does not die from disease like some of our poor elderly pets. The animal is not hunted to exhaustion and torn open alive as is the fate of many prey animals. While not anthropomorphising animals, I know which way I would choose to go. And every animal that lives, dies.
To pick the genocide of farm animals over a short, natural life and quick death seems a perverse choice.
Likewise, putting farm animals above your own child's welfare seems utterly bizarre.
I was that irritating brat lecturing the other kids in my class, first about being vegetarian and then more piously on veganism when the dogma took hold in my teens. I ate an awful lot of beans on toast round friends houses while they chowed down on what were actually far healthier omnivore alternatives while congratulating myself that my choice was healthier and, most importantly, morally superior to theirs. However, I have enough self awareness to recognise that I was mistaken.
There's a really good lesson that if you meet arseholes everywhere you go, chances are that the arsehole is you.