My ancestors had to eat what they were given. Often, they were given scraps from their master's table and they made due because they had no other choice. I am grateful that I have a choice and I choose more fruit, more veggies, more vitality, more zest, more beauty.
I don't have to be vegan, I get to be vegan!
Today, I'm filled with pride because as a black, plus-size vegan living in California, I know that the opportunity to impact my culture and people that look like me rests on my shoulders. It's my duty to take off the mask and throw the stereotypes of what a vegan should or should not look like out of the window.
We are ALL in this together, yes. But as a black woman, I celebrate how mainstream veganism has become for my brothers and sisters and I know that this blog is impacting someone with my kinky hair, my curves and fluffiness, my almond milk chocolate skin (see what I did there?) and my flavor lovin' taste buds.
We can choose to gravitate towards a diet that doesn't enslave our bodies or our culinary palate. Financially, we can even pay the cost to be a healthy boss. Hell, you can even use your EBT card at the farmer's market now! There are no limitations except the ones that we create.
We are no longer enslaved, so let's eat like we care about our skin, our blood and our land.