Food is something that is on our minds more than we'd like to acknowledge. We think about it constantly as a means to survival. But what happens when the food we eat bites back?
Being the face of veganism on the internet is one of the most difficult things to do. In fact, if it wasn't for my husband, my Vegan Journey situation would not still be going on. I can't thank him enough, honestly, for helping me through the difficult time I've had carrying the channel for the past few months. It's pushed me to my breaking point and a little bit further.
The Vegan Journey started out as a simple blog to document my progress into becoming a vegan and it spiraled into something much bigger than I ever could have thought. It began with me posting the video that went viral of me fighting with someone at a slaughterhouse. It went further than I could have imagined when one of my fans apparently killed that man. He's currently rotting in jail. I had so much backlash from that all those years ago. I had to fight a lawsuit from the family of the victim and tried so hard to make people forget that the tragedy ever happened.
But things are better now. At least they were before I could feel the media breathing down my neck, asking me why I've been so secretive lately. The reason I gave them, which was a perfectly valid one, was that I needed some time to myself. Nobody liked the sound of that.
I was sitting down on my couch with my husband after a long day of filming and editing another video to go up online. I was exhausted and needed some time to relax in my husband's arms. We were watching the news. I mainly enjoyed it because I might get lucky and find something in the news associated with veganism. My husband likes watching it because he thinks the real world is more satisfying than any of the fake stuff they show on television.
I could feel myself getting lost in his warm embrace and went to kiss him. His attention was drawn and stuck to the television.
"Babe, you need to see this," he said, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume some. I waited for the volume bar to go away so I could see the caption at the bottom of the screen. 'Farms are shutting down for deadly plants.' What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"We bring you some sad news today as hundreds of people are dying from an unknown poison excreted by plants," the tv anchorwoman said. "Scientists have never seen anything like this. They are quoted by saying, 'it seems like they plants are alive.' More on this story tonight at 10."
I turned to my husband with wide eyes. "I have to warn my community."
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and went to iTube to start a live stream. People began joining by the tens, then hundreds.
"Hey guys, the Vegan Journey here," I started, trying to contain the terror I felt toward my community. "I just saw on the news that there is an unknown poison in the fruits and vegetables that is killing a ton of people around the world. I don't know what we're going to do about this but we'll figure something out. In the meantime, try to eat anything organic you can, like bread or eggs or something that doesn't come directly off of a farm."
I ended my live before I could have a bunch of haters swarming in and calling me a fake vegan again. I don't know how they came up with a ridiculous claim like that.
A few days have passed since the incident on the news and I was informed over the past few days that a large group of followers have unfortunately lost their lives. I spoke about it as much as I could, assuring people that we would be strong and power through this tragedy.
But this morning I turned on the television to find my face plastered on the news. I turned up the volume to see what they were talking about. Probably the loss of my community.
"The Vegan Journey is allegedly faking being a vegan," the anchorwoman said. I was appalled by such an accusation, and on live television. "According to sources, if she was a vegan like she claimed to be, she'd be dead by now."
This angered me so much that I took to starting another live and communicating this to my fans. Only to find that as I was talking, the entire chat was flooded with people calling me fake. Was there not a single person out there that believed me?
"Okay guys," I said. "You caught me. I'm not a vegan anymore. I haven't been for a few months." As the words came out of my mouth, there were so many fans reacting in disappointment. "I stopped because I was sick and my doctors told me I could die if I keep going on like this. So I don't eat organic food. I get my husband to buy it for me because if I was caught in public buying this stuff, you all would have found out immediately."
I saw a ton of chat members asking why I did it.
"I didn't come clean to you guys because I knew my image I'd worked so hard to create would not only be destroyed, but I've had fans that have actually killed for me. I feared for my safety."
After the explanation I was in tears and ended the stream.
After a few days, I took down my channel and my blog. There was no reason for me to continue a lie. The Vegan Journey was no more.
I heard a knock at the door. I was skeptical to answer it, as my husband wasn't home. I figured I'd have to face my truth sooner or later. If it is a fan anyways. I pulled open the door and a man pushed me back and stepped inside, slamming the door behind him.
"You don't know me but I know everything about you," the man said, pinning me down. "I'm the man that killed for you, my queen. Well, I just escaped prison. I mean, it wasn't that difficult, since the guards killed over in the middle of their shifts. We grabbed the keys and made our escape. The first thing I did was to make sure you were okay. Wouldn't you know it, I saw an article saying you admitted to being a fake. Did I really spend all those years in prison for a fraud? It should have been you rotting in there, not me."
He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and raised it over my head. "It looks like The Vegan Journey is coming to an end." He brought the knife down over my head.
Being the face of veganism on the internet is one of the most difficult things to do. In fact, if it wasn't for my husband, my Vegan Journey situation would not still be going on. I can't thank him enough, honestly, for helping me through the difficult time I've had carrying the channel for the past few months. It's pushed me to my breaking point and a little bit further.
The Vegan Journey started out as a simple blog to document my progress into becoming a vegan and it spiraled into something much bigger than I ever could have thought. It began with me posting the video that went viral of me fighting with someone at a slaughterhouse. It went further than I could have imagined when one of my fans apparently killed that man. He's currently rotting in jail. I had so much backlash from that all those years ago. I had to fight a lawsuit from the family of the victim and tried so hard to make people forget that the tragedy ever happened.
But things are better now. At least they were before I could feel the media breathing down my neck, asking me why I've been so secretive lately. The reason I gave them, which was a perfectly valid one, was that I needed some time to myself. Nobody liked the sound of that.
I was sitting down on my couch with my husband after a long day of filming and editing another video to go up online. I was exhausted and needed some time to relax in my husband's arms. We were watching the news. I mainly enjoyed it because I might get lucky and find something in the news associated with veganism. My husband likes watching it because he thinks the real world is more satisfying than any of the fake stuff they show on television.
I could feel myself getting lost in his warm embrace and went to kiss him. His attention was drawn and stuck to the television.
"Babe, you need to see this," he said, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume some. I waited for the volume bar to go away so I could see the caption at the bottom of the screen. 'Farms are shutting down for deadly plants.' What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"We bring you some sad news today as hundreds of people are dying from an unknown poison excreted by plants," the tv anchorwoman said. "Scientists have never seen anything like this. They are quoted by saying, 'it seems like they plants are alive.' More on this story tonight at 10."
I turned to my husband with wide eyes. "I have to warn my community."
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and went to iTube to start a live stream. People began joining by the tens, then hundreds.
"Hey guys, the Vegan Journey here," I started, trying to contain the terror I felt toward my community. "I just saw on the news that there is an unknown poison in the fruits and vegetables that is killing a ton of people around the world. I don't know what we're going to do about this but we'll figure something out. In the meantime, try to eat anything organic you can, like bread or eggs or something that doesn't come directly off of a farm."
I ended my live before I could have a bunch of haters swarming in and calling me a fake vegan again. I don't know how they came up with a ridiculous claim like that.
A few days have passed since the incident on the news and I was informed over the past few days that a large group of followers have unfortunately lost their lives. I spoke about it as much as I could, assuring people that we would be strong and power through this tragedy.
But this morning I turned on the television to find my face plastered on the news. I turned up the volume to see what they were talking about. Probably the loss of my community.
"The Vegan Journey is allegedly faking being a vegan," the anchorwoman said. I was appalled by such an accusation, and on live television. "According to sources, if she was a vegan like she claimed to be, she'd be dead by now."
This angered me so much that I took to starting another live and communicating this to my fans. Only to find that as I was talking, the entire chat was flooded with people calling me fake. Was there not a single person out there that believed me?
"Okay guys," I said. "You caught me. I'm not a vegan anymore. I haven't been for a few months." As the words came out of my mouth, there were so many fans reacting in disappointment. "I stopped because I was sick and my doctors told me I could die if I keep going on like this. So I don't eat organic food. I get my husband to buy it for me because if I was caught in public buying this stuff, you all would have found out immediately."
I saw a ton of chat members asking why I did it.
"I didn't come clean to you guys because I knew my image I'd worked so hard to create would not only be destroyed, but I've had fans that have actually killed for me. I feared for my safety."
After the explanation I was in tears and ended the stream.
After a few days, I took down my channel and my blog. There was no reason for me to continue a lie. The Vegan Journey was no more.
I heard a knock at the door. I was skeptical to answer it, as my husband wasn't home. I figured I'd have to face my truth sooner or later. If it is a fan anyways. I pulled open the door and a man pushed me back and stepped inside, slamming the door behind him.
"You don't know me but I know everything about you," the man said, pinning me down. "I'm the man that killed for you, my queen. Well, I just escaped prison. I mean, it wasn't that difficult, since the guards killed over in the middle of their shifts. We grabbed the keys and made our escape. The first thing I did was to make sure you were okay. Wouldn't you know it, I saw an article saying you admitted to being a fake. Did I really spend all those years in prison for a fraud? It should have been you rotting in there, not me."
He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and raised it over my head. "It looks like The Vegan Journey is coming to an end." He brought the knife down over my head.
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