When I was a kid, I loved pork. I would
almost cheer for joy whenever my mom would make me bacon for
breakfast and I would happily devour any ham sandwiches for lunch. I
saw pork as something everyone ate. I never felt guilty or uneasy
inside when I saw pork on my plate. When I was thirteen, I saw a
documentary that showed how pigs were slaughtered. They were killed;
hooked to an assembly line to be maliciously chopped up and sent out
to stores for consumption. The killing of the pigs effected me more
than any other animal in the documentary. I felt sorry for the pigs
so much that when I looked back at all the times I have eaten pork, I
felt sick. It was then I decided to never eat pork again.
Whenever I go grocery shopping now, I
am always careful about what meat I buy. I always check the
ingredients carefully to make sure there is not even an ounce of
pork. I do not care if I was starving, I would still never eat pork.
My family and friends have also been affected by my choice to give up
pork. Thy cannot just cook or buy any kind of meat now. For example,
my grandmother now only buys turkey and roast beef since I have moved
in with her. If my friends and I go out to eat, we all make sure it
is something we all like and can eat. I have not eaten pork for over
five years now. I do not regret my decision because I feel better
about what I consume now.
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