From one plant-based friend of Dorothy to another, well done. 

 

I’m writing this letter to remind you how great you are, despite what the haters and naysayers say. 

 

I don’t know you, but I’ve thought about why you’re a cliché and awesome.

 

You are fucking changing the world. You should be proud that your dietary choice is reducing greenhouse gas and stock emissions, reducing energy consumption, conserving water, chemically stabilising the ocean, protecting rainforests, and preserving habitats. 

 

You have challenged normative identities and practices including the requirement for mandatory dead animals at 7pm. Or that red meat is masculine or what you eat makes you any less a person. 

 

I haven’t met you, but I have a feeling you’re passionate about rejecting forms of violence against groups of people and species. Hot.

 

Lemme guess, you’re political? Makes sense given the LGBT+’s huge past. 

 

I bet you are compassionate. Cows love you. You’ve experienced what it’s like to be an outsider and now you can sympathise with the voiceless. I know you don’t really have the luxury of not being socially aware. 

 

Don’t even think about explaining where you get your protein. I don’t care. I trust you know your body.

 

I don’t care if you slip up. Every little bit helps. 

 

Ignore your family, you’re not making a big missed-steak.

 

Whatever your reason, there’s no denying you’re preventing suffering. 

 

On behalf of animals, the planet and your body,

 

You do tofu, boo.