People do have to eat, for sure
@TruthSeeker , but they don't HAVE to eat animal products, especially not as much or as often as they're typically consumed here in the US. We truly are what we eat, and what the animals we eat eats, and are injected with, and the experiences they endure. Everything we do is an energetic exchange. Every body is also very different, so I can't speak for anyone but myself and my direct experience. I was hardcore convinced I'd die without it, or at the least, be totally miserable and missing out on taste, but eventually learned just the opposite.
I had already shifted my habits into eating only the local "humanely" raised/killed meats, too, until I realized humane and slaughter don't fit together in my head or heart, no matter how I tried to twist it to make sense. The so called "happy cow" dairy industry, as well, is anything but humane. As well as the so called "cage-free" egg industry.
I realized fish marinate in their own toilet all day every day, as well as all the crap us humans pollute the waters with. Yum. Not. Marketing terminology and commercial advertisements make it easier for many to never look beyond grocery aisles, though. When many do choose to take a peek, they realize it's probably best to just not know. I tried to ignore it for a while, but decided to visit each arena personally. It was overwhelming in many regards. I learned if we can't handle seeing/doing the process, we likely shouldn't partake in the product, especially as a repeated trauma survivor. That made it hit home even harder for me.
They have pick your own berries/pumpkins/apples/etc., but I haven't seen any slit your own steak or burger's throat/behead and pluck your own chickens/come on over and "humanely" butcher your own pig for your bacon/or come forcibly impregnate your own cow then take it's calf away so you humans can have all its milk for your coffee, cereal, yogurt, and cheese, instead, and go ahead and slaughter the calf, too, if it's male, so you can have a side of veal/and don't forget to kill the little lambs along the way.
Blatant truth in advertising with actual footage of the behind the scenes processes in the factory farming arenas, and even on the more local independently owned farm levels, could go a long way in helping to educate and decrease the widely accepted and paid for via supermarket purchases cruelty and inhumaneness, in my opinion. But folks who do try to make it known are often met with hatred and ridicule while the ongoing inhumane plight of the animals is still considered "normal" and necessary. It feels like such a twisted reality.
I still suffered major inflammation and swelling, excessive pain, heavy brain fog, skin issues, major mood issues, no energy, gut issues, and couldn't lose any weight while I was still consuming meat, dairy, and eggs, no matter where it was sourced from. I had long since given up red meat, as well, except the occasional deer meat that friends and local hunters would share, and was only doing poultry and some seafood here and there for quite some time.
All of it was from local much "kinder" and cleaner sources, but my body was still trying to tell me to back off, but my taste buds and years of being programmed/taught to believe I HAD to have it daily in some form or fashion eventually gave my body no other choice than to send much stronger emergent signals via becoming mostly bedridden, then the trip to the ER. I finally took it much more seriously and made the drastic shift happen. That seemed less drastic and less expensive than having an organ removed.
I doubt if much will be done about it, either, until more serious animal-borne dis-ease(s) sets in and requires the supply to be cut off in a major way, if that ever happens. But I'm damn glad my body finally let me know what it needed the most, or should I say the least. Just like no one ever taught me how to breathe in a way that benefits my well-being, they also didn't teach me how to eat and hydrate in a way that truly nurtures my being. The most basic of things I needed to know to more healthily and comfortably exist had to first be totally unlearned so I could teach myself all over again. What a trip it's been, and continues to be.
