I gave up meat at the age of four (I couldn’t handle the texture or taste, and later discovered that it made me physically ill), and after discovering where it came from when I was older, I vowed never to partake in its consumption. I was an animal lover through and through and couldn’t differentiate between my favourite horse at our local stables, and the cows in the next door field, destined for slaughter.
Pescetarianism was my gateway drug to sustainability. Having to fight my parents and three sisters to convince them that not eating meat wasn’t a sign of weakness – or worse, weirdness – meant that I became well educated on the sustainability benefits of giving up meat. I remember A-level chemistry teaching us about the benefits of plastic, and how the chemical properties of plastic led to it becoming one of the most durable, and thus problematic, materials of the modern day. This led to more reading on everything else to do with sustainability, and with the growth of my Instagram channel, I felt some sort of responsibility to live the most sustainable life I could, while educating others to do the same, but I still had plenty of learning to do.