Why I became vegetarian

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I can still remember the day when I decided to be vegetarian. We were at a cover shoot for Young STAR when Donald Trump was projected to win the US Presidential elections. As an act of protest, I told myself — and a few people in the room for accountability — that I’ll go vegetarian. So the next day, I did.

It’s kind of strange and useless when you think about it. A single decision won’t make Trump (and Duterte, let’s be real here) upset to the point of resignation but it made me feel like some things are still in my control. And in my head, it was my contribution to save the world (have you seen Cowspiracy?) because the two presidents didn’t care about environmental issues.

Glad to be here

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I have  a love-hate relationship with these moments. You know, it’s a thrill to jump right back into something I used to love doing, but I can’t help feeling guilty for abandoning it in the first place.

A lot has changed since I was last here. For one, I’m vegetarian. It’s definitely something I’ve been putting off for a very long time, but a certain Cheetos-colored politician inspired me (out of rage and protest) to finally do it. I’ve also cleaned up my room twice in the pursuit of living with less. I’m also reading two books that are so out of my usual YA arrangement: The Happiness Project and the Curated Closet.  Yes, I’m finally in the world of minimalism and it has been good and easy so far. The only troubling thing is the fact that not a lot of people understand it, and I have to take time and explain it to people. More often than not, they have a lot of questions that I can’t seem to answer in one go. So, as a solution, I thought I’d just document everything here. My journey to minimalism, or something like that. Here’s what you can expect in the next few days:

Sense and sexuality

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A few days ago, Woman, Create invited me as a guest performer in their first open mic night Here I Am. It was an intimate gathering of girls (and a few boys) to talk about everything and anything about being a woman. A lot of people shared about their struggles with depression, anxiety, and society’s norms. Needless to say, there were quite a few tears shed. But there was two girls who surprised us with excerpts from the Vagina Monologues. Honestly, I haven’t seen the entire play before but I know it enough to recognize lines from the show.

It was fun and all; them shouting the word vagina in basically every sentence that they speak. Some girls were laughing, too, but most of them from embarrassment. I couldn’t help but wonder: Why is sexuality such a taboo subject to speak of in public? Or in general? I’m 23 years old so I’ve gained enough confidence to talk about my sexuality. What disappoints me is it is sometimes welcomed by strange (this is the more polite term) looks. What’s wrong about discussing my body and my perfectly human experience? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one with the vagina in the world.

A few months ago, I was introduced to a brand called Ilya. To put it simply: they’re an online sex toy shop. But what got me is their entire branding. Firstly, their logo is on point. I love how they played with butts and bunny ears and I just found it so cute. This alone made me want to work with them. Arvin, one of the founders, was discussing their inspiration behind the brand. They want to open up a conversation about sex and sexuality and inspire a culture that is more open to things like this. Because there’s nothing better than education when it comes to sex. Anything related to your body or health should be openly discussed, no matter how “taboo” it is for other people.