I’ve been a “vegan” for about a year and a half.
Okay, I eat honey and don’t refuse to sit on leather couches. But for the last 18 months or more I’ve steered clear of meat, eggs, dairy and mostly all animal products in between. To be honest this part has never been a struggle for me. I’ve never felt deprived or had to smother a sudden craving for a steak with a side of aioli. My plant-based ways have me very, very, very fulfilled.
What has had me a little twisted though, is the actual V word itself. It’s always to some degree made me feel restricted, a little boxed in. And as of late this feeling has only intensified. Each time I go to describe myself as a vegan. I…Choke…. Up…
It feels weighty, icky and burdensome in my body. For me, vegan does not FEEL GOOD. And because feeling good is the guiding motivation of my entire life….
I ate an egg. (A free-range, organic egg of course!) .
Not because I was craving the yellow gorgeous yummy yolk that pours out of the centre of one which is poached to perfection (although I enjoyed every mouthful of it!).
I ate an egg, so I could feel free.
I ate an egg so I could fuck off the label that was proving a little suffocating.
I ate an egg so I could breathe again.
By choosing to identify as a “vegan” I was contradicting myself – claiming to be living a life based solely on following my feeling in each moment but living a life restricted by certain rules.
I was allowing my need to fit a particular mould to trump my desire to feel good.
That being said, I don’t feel my diet is going to change all that much. The odd egg here and there, perhaps. But this simple act of rebellion means the V word can no longer plague me.
Having fucked off this 5 letter word, I have no label to hide behind. My actions will be a direct reflection of my desires in the moment and nothing else.
Here’s to feeling good.
What is restricting you?
What label are you holding onto that may be preventing you from living a life based solely on feeling good?
Vegan. Paleo. Lesbian. Accountant. Hard-ass. Punk. Party animal.
Whatever the fuck the label, I dare you to play with letting it go for a bit. I dare you to allow “feeling good” to be your only guide.
So, you absolute bad-ass, why not do the following…
- Declare what label your “fucking off” below.
- Declare how you intend to feel as a consequence.
It’s time to rebel from the labels. It’s time to feel free.