So, I have been a vegetarian for over a year and a half. I stopped eating meat because one day, I was sitting at the dinner table with my family, and we were eating ham. My oh-so-sweet older brother started making pig squeels and saying things about the pig. He was just joking, but it really got to me. It just hit me that I was eating a dead pig. And that the pig didn't deserve to die. That it had a family too. I should probably thank him, for opening my eyes to this. Without him, I would probably still be treating my body like a graveyard. :/ So here it is: Thank you. <3