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This is going to have to be the first of a few post, methinks, because my Vida Vegan Con weekend was a rather full one. There’s bound to be a nice little reflective one, a la my 2011 posts, but I want to dive right in to one of the panels I spoke on, because the issue sort of rippled throughout the conference: Body Image Acceptance & Veganism.

Coincidentally (or thanks to some heads-down hard work), T.O.F.U. magazine released its Body Image issue this same weekend, which includes articles by myself and co-panelist Chelsea Lincoln. And a few other classes touched on social issues including body-shaming tactics and other not-so-compassionate speech used in support of the vegan cause. This conference setting was perfect for the discussion of this relationship between body image and veganism for a few reasons: We were a huge cross-section of vegans (socially, physically, and globally), we were there in a spirit of community, eager to bond with others involved in our common cause of a cruelty-free life, and as most of us were bloggers, we would ideally put this dialogue into our work, reaching thousands of others.

Since I was so busy with the rest of the conference, I didn’t overthink this session as I normally would have. No, aside from a couple of quick emails from moderator Laura Beck and co-panelists Chelsea, Gabrielle Pope, and Nicole Sopko, I was just ready to answer some questions and be honest and, well, uncomfortable. In front of a packed room. Like, more-people-than-seats packed. Like, so-glad-I-was-exhausted-or-I-would-have-been-way-more-nervous packed. OK, so anxiety may have started to creep in after both Laura and Gabrielle mentioned my T.O.F.U. article—I felt a little less anonymous and a lot more exposed. And we were going to be using words like “fat” and “skinny,” words that mean different things to different people, in front of strangers who maybe didn’t know where we were coming from.

But this was an important discussion to be had. Remember the body image survey I set up a while ago? (It’s still open, by the way, and I have more plans for the data, so if you’d like to add to it…) The response and results have really sparked something in me. We, as vegans, are inherently activists and ambassadors, and the more internal issues we have the less effective we’re going to be. Aside from that, simply as people living together on our planet, we must spread compassion in all forms, and that includes toward ourselves.

For those of you (most of you) who were not present at the panel, I just want to give you a snapshot of each speaker:

Laura is a fat vegan. She has tried a gazillion diets and forms of exercise and keeps coming back to the same shape. She has gotten to a place where she can embrace herself, eat what she wants, do what she wants, and say what she wants—and if you don’t like it you can piss off. She owes you nothing (but is still so sweet and caring).

Gabrielle is a skinny vegan. She has recovered from her eating disorder, partially thanks to veganism, in that her food choices are less about her now and more about the animals. She urges people to open up and talk about disorders; as we feel less alone we are better able to break that focus on ourselves.

Chelsea is a fat vegan. She is very physically active and monitors her health (it’s good!), and her weight/shape is her set point. Having put up with bullying for most of her life, embracing “fat” has been the key to her happiness. She works hard to clean up animal activism, calling out people/campaigns for their shaming language.

Nicole is a skinny vegan. A yoga instructor and student, her bodywork is directly connected to her spirit/mindwork. While she is in what could be seen as a fitness industry, she is not striving for any particular body shape—such attachment goes against her teaching. She urges us to listen to our inner dialogue, as it guides us throughout life.

Then there’s me. I’m something in between. I’m just big/loose enough to not be comfortable in a swimsuit but just small enough to not be chubby. I’ve fought with my body in the past, through illness (remind me to tell you about that sometime), and now I’m sort of striving for maintenance. Or something.

So each panelist was coming from a different place, but we all agreed on one thing: Shaming has zero place in our world, especially when it comes to activism. Whether it’s fat-shaming or skinny-shaming, you’re putting someone down to raise your cause, and that’s pretty messed up.

 

When this type of thing—the “real women have curves” movement—popped up, people were quick to embrace it. As if holding ANY one body type over another is positive! Why is it acceptable to shame a size-zero lady? Because they have it easier? Do they? I pulled this image from MoveOn.org, and the title is “anorexic.” It was used to spread awareness of eating disorders, implying that these women in the top row have eating disorders. Either way, why would it be OK to shame them?

 

After the “Save the Whales. Lose the Blubber. Go Vegetarian” campaign blew up in its face, PETA has pretty much stuck to male fat-shaming billboards. Seriously, this is available on the media center page of the official website, along with a bunch of others. Because men don’t complain as much? Because men don’t have issues with body image? False. Men also worry about being too fat, too skinny, too old—you name it.

And what does this mean for veganism? Do we all have to look like the right kind of healthy to serve as ambassadors? Do we even have a responsibility to be healthy? Some of the panelists and attendees echoed the sentiment that we do feel pressure to represent vegans in the best light possible. Whether that means changing ourselves (by either masking or modifying our bodies, and appearing vibrant and healthy) or simply being another face of veganism and a source of compassion is a tough question for many. Unfortunately, our society has this ideal so firmly in place that regardless of what you do—whether you’re a politician, a doctor, a teacher, or an activist—your authority and level of respect is linked to how closely your physical being matches up to this ideal. To fight against that is very difficult.

Obviously, I’m not going to cover our hour-plus session completely here (and videorecording the conference would have cost more than my car, so that’s not an option), but I hope I gave you a flavor and a starting point for discussion. And here are a few takeaways:

  • Regardless of how you categorize your body, know that there are others who share this label. Within this group, some are beat down by it, some have embraced it, and some don’t see the point in feeling either way about it.
  • Be mindful of your language and image use. Even if you are using it for what you see as a greater good, it could be a horrifying trigger for someone else. You can’t control or take responsibility for everyone’s baggage, but a little mindfulness and compassion go a long way.
  • Vegans get sick too. We are affected by disease and misfortune, and our vegan diet may or may not have anything to do with it. This is a private matter, and your journey through it is your own.
  • Be a face of veganism. We are all valid. Whatever someone’s singular image of a vegan is, let’s widen it. We are people. We look like people. Be one of the people.

vvc-2013-galarama-poster-webSeriously, big promise time right here—I will finish the blog reboot after Vida Vegan Con. Ever try to plan a three-day conference for 350 people, plus off-site events and a big charity gala in the middle of it all? Oh, when it’s not a real job and you don’t get paid to do it? Yeah, so I’m asking for patience and forgiving here.

Side note, speaking of patience and forgiveness and all things lovely: Last weekend, my boy Tom was part of the Dalai Lama’s visit to Portland, so I got to attend the public talks. The videos are here—do give ‘em a look or even a listen. This isn’t a religious teaching, but some interfaith/secular discussion and general compassion in regards to Earth and its sentient beings…and non-Earthly beings.

Anyway, back on point! I just wanted to spread the word about the Galarama + Silent Auction we’re holding for Chimpanzee Sanctuary Northwest, a home for chimps who’d spent their lives being leased out for biomedical testing. Check out the CSNW website here, and watch the videos, read the blog, and donate if you can. This is a relatively new sanctuary up in Washington, and they’re doing so much for these chimps that I believe as they are able to grow and take on more residents, they will do it right.

If you’re in Portland next weekend, this party is open to the public, so please get your ticket here or at the door, and bid on some fantastic items from some very generous folks. (And buy a drink or threewe need to cover our expenses, and event insurance ain’t cheap!) We’ll have snacks and a cash bar and DJs and a photobooth and the So Delicious Sundae Bar Spectacular…and one or two food carts on site if you’re still hungry. (And yes, you can get way fancy…or don your coziest hoodie.)

See you there?

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Yes, I’m still working on my revamped blog, but I just didn’t want to miss the opportunity to remind you what starts this weekend…

It’s that special time of year, when do-goodnicks around the world bake vegan cookies and bagels and lemon squares and peanut butter doggie treats—and other do-goodnicks and the just plain hungry purchase those scones and gluten-free doughnuts and brownies and macaroons (You’re vegan? What can you eat?!), and allll that money goes to nonprofits. It’s the Worldwide Vegan Bake Sale!

This year it all happens April 20-28—although there are some a little early or late, but they still mean well. In Portland we’re doing ours this Sunday, the 21st, 10-3, at the Mississippi Marketplace cart pod. Our sales are all being donated to Cat Adoption Team (where I got my kitties on Black Friday) and Green Acres, to help them build a new sheep enclosure. I’ll be bringing my favoritest thing ever, poppy seed rolls (recipe linked in post), and probably bialys—I experimented with a rolled-up bialy-type thing and think it’d just work better in the traditional form.

Here’s our Facebook event page, and as you can see, already 200 people have RSVP’d. Thanks, Portland. You’re tops. If you’re in the area and want to donate baked goods, the link and rules for signup are in the FB event. (Basically, it’s all vegan, so no honey, gelatin, or any of those pesky little animal products; write out ingredients; and we prefer to transfer your stuff onto our platters so we don’t have to find you to return yours, and to avoid disposables).

Where’s your city’s bake sale? WVBS HQ has this list. (Yeah, I told you it was worldwide.) So spread the word. Put on that apron (or not—flour-coated pants are, like, the new acid wash). And let’s bake this world a better place.

make new blog

Thought I was having a kid? No way, no how. I am, however, working on a new site. Well, my designer dork friend Dave is doing most of the work, but I’m doing my best to fulfill my duties as a demanding pain in the ass.

It’ll be self-hosted so you won’t see those random ads WordPress.com throws around here. I mean, I can’t blame them; this is a pretty amazing almost-free blog service. And you won’t see ads on my new site either. I’m still ad-free, baby. The main reason I’m going self-hosted is so I can start another site for my writing and editing—rent does still need to be paid.

Anyway, if one day you come back to VegtasticVoyage.com and it looks way different, that’s why. See you soon! (Until then, I’ll still post little thoughts and photos and bits o’ news on Facebook.)

Judgment is not a positive force in life, and as citizens of this world we should try to catch ourselves before passing judgment on any person or people. What is it we’re reacting to? Why does it bother us? How can we use others’ actions or words to further a positive action rather than a negative reaction?

Enter the ex-vegan. Much like the born-again/newly religious, the reformed you-name-it, or yes, the newly vegan, the ex-vegan has been down a path and chosen to take a different one. Perhaps it was due to an outside influence: a doctor speaking with authority, a convincing boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse, or the ridiculous amount of advertising and the advertiser-sponsored studies proving how inadequate a vegan diet is. Maybe their cruelty-free resolve wasn’t very strong and was worn away by leather shoes, then “ethically farmed” eggs and cheese, then eventually they’re eating bacon-wrapped shrimp at a party, a la Ron Swanson. Any which way it happens, someone who finds a new path has entered a new belief system because their old belief system is wrong.

Because they’ve been down your path and left it, they can belittle yours. They now know better than you. They can dissuade someone considering your path, speaking with authority and experience.

Leading up to something? You bet I am. Because I just had an ex-vegan encounter and I’m finding myself rather frustrated. I’m naming no names, directing to no links, because a personal war is not worth it—and I don’t know enough about this individual or their path. I’m starting my own conversation here. It’s not a conversation about vegan versus ex-vegan; it’s about trampling other paths to make your own seem like the one true path.

Yesterday I noticed a referral from a site I’d never heard of before. Turns out it’s an ex-vegan site, and the post, written years ago, was ripping on the then-new Daiya. It ridiculed vegans who kept trying vegan cheeses, fooling themselves that it doesn’t all taste like crap, trying to replace the real thing, and this was from someone who knew, an ex-vegan, and went as far as to quote a bunch of vegan bloggers, who all admitted as much…including myself. What?

My quote was simply “It’s worth a try.” It linked to my post about Daiya, when it first came out, and if you’ll notice, the first three words of the post are “I love it!” (Exclamation point included in original.) The quoted phrase came at the end, when I was suggesting people order it online if they couldn’t find it in stores.

Being taken out of context due to sloppiness is one thing. It’s not great, but I understand lazy journalism. This was a dirty trick. This was a quote so misused that it gave it an opposite meaning. Not cool.

Bad journalism aside, I take issue with being misquoted to bring down veganism. I try to explore veganism, to offer up an honest view of vegan living. I have repeatedly dissed vegan products out of honesty and responsibility. If I tell you I love a certain candy bar and you spend $3 on said candy bar and it’s a tarted-up packing peanut, I’m not doing anyone or any cause a service. I don’t believe in giving a vegan restaurant a glowing review just in the hope that people will dine there rather than an omnivore restaurant with way better vegan options. Shoddy nonleather shoes are not saving animals; they’re giving others ammunition to prove how inferior vegan shoes are! (Please note: I’d rather walk in an uncomfortable shoe than an animal skin, but with the vegan shoe options available, this is not a dilemma.)

I do not wish for my honesty and openness to be mistaken for dissatisfaction with veganism. I refuse to turn a blind eye to trends I find silly or dangerous, dishonest marketing, or less-than-spectacular new products. In fact, I see much more of this in my future.

I am well aware that I live within my belief system, and that belief systems morph, die, shift—you can’t control it. I simply ask that as you enter a new way, follow a new path, that you keep an open heart to those not on your current path. Remember where you’ve been and be open to where you might find yourself in the future. It’s sad that we can’t do more than coexist…and some of us can’t even do that.

Bar. Restaurant. Music venue. White Owl Social Club. From the folks who brought you Sizzle Pie comes my new favorite answer to “Where should we meet up?” At the corner of SE 8th & Main, look for the big black box of a building, emblazoned with the crest of the White Owl.

Where else can I eat lunch and listen to Sonic Youth and Joy Division? OK, sure, my house, but here they make my food for me. Plus they put fakey bacon bits on my salad and deep-fry my Charlie Browns. I never get that at home.

white owl bubbly

Three shades of bubbly: a couple of beers—local somethings…I don’t know from beers—and a Sophia sparkling wine.

white owl salad

You can’t see the fakey bacon bits, because they’re hiding.

white owl pickle chips

Pickle chips by candlelight. Breaded and romantic.

white owl beans

Beans, jalapeño Soy Curls, Daiya havarti, and scallions. It’s Tom’s go-to, by the mug or by the bowl.

white owl beet burger

Do you like beets and walnuts? In burger format? Eat this. It’s beets and walnuts in a burger format. It wasn’t my favorite burger in the world, but I’ve been told that I just don’t know what I’m talking about. I prefer a gluteny chew to my burgers, but it was fresh and light and didn’t squish out of the bun.

The fries are consistent: crispy and light and fresh. Their secret? They let the potatoes and oil do all the work.

white owl membership

So no big deal, but I’m a member.  Pssst: For $25 you can be too. Aside from the cool patch, you get a bunch of tokens on signing and two tokens a month. The tokens can be exchanged for any drink $6 or under. That means pretty much anything that’s not a fancy cocktail.

white owl note

So in spite of a very vegan-heavy menu, this is not a vegan establishment. I’m not super on board with referring to veganism as a “culinary” choice, but I’m pretty sure the vegans are the “champ” they’re talking about.

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You guys are the best. I got so many touching, funny, sweet limericks and haiku, and it was so hard to pick just one winner. If you didn’t win this one, I hear there will be a couple other giveaways out there. Keep your eyes peeled. Or just buy a ticket before they sell out, I guess.

The winner for my 2013 Vida Vegan Con registration giveaway is:

Sylvia Oakley!

She’s got a YouTube channel called Sylvia’s Vegan Kitchen, and her limerick, I feel, sums up the journey of so many of us.

♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥

I once felt so disconnected,
My health and well being, affected.
So I opened my eyes,
And to my surprise,
My heart ached for what I’d neglected.

I’ve since cut out meat, eggs and dairy,
I donate to Farm Sanctuary.
I swear never again,
Will I eat my dear friends,
Looking back, that was so very scary.

I now try to lead by example,
I cook so my food can be sampled,
I speak with a passion
For teaching compassion
And all vegan goodies are ample!

♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥

I’d planned on making cupcakes to celebrate the winner, but alas, I have run out of day. Sylvia, I promise there will be plenty of treats waiting for you at the conference. Seriously, there’s talk of people doing cleanses beforehand so they are ready to indulge.

Thanks again, everyone who wrote a poem. I still hope to see you at the conference!

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