so today, I woke up bright and early at 9am, and my mom had the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nerve to cook eggs. in our house. the smell wafted up into my room and it instantly put me on edge. I’m vegan and I actually only eat nuts (squirrelkin) and she KNOWS THIS. we have some family over for the next few days and I guess she thought that their dietary preferences outweighed my PTSD from animal cruelty. so anyway, I go downstairs, practically in tears, and my mom was taking out some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ BACOn to make with the eggs. like chicken unborn fetuses weren’t enough? you HAD to add in pigs?? when i walked into the kitchen i started telling her about how poorly the chickens and pigs are treated on farms these days and she just gave me like, “that’s enough, kaikura.” ?????????????????? THAT’S ENOUGH???????????? ♥♥♥♥♥, you know what’s ENOUGH? I’ve had ENOUGH of watching her ♥♥♥♥♥♥ cooking unborn babies and the flesh of pigs JUST SO SHE AND HER SIBLINGS AND PARENTS CAN ENJOY THE FLAVORS. there are sO MANY VEGAN ALTERNATIVES. TOFU? TEMPEH??? EGGPLANTs? MUSHROOMS? IT AIN’T HARD LADY. god, sometimes i wonder how we’re even related. this is just MORE proof that i’m not meant to inhabit this tomb that “science” calls a body. i’m so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pissed…

this is a discussion to talk about how we became feminists, i became one because the cashier at the store eye-raped me by staring at me, which is one of my triggers.