Scribbling in Pink

Being a vegan in a non-vegan world means so many things to me.  It’s like being a glittery pink crayon in a box of grays and neutrals.  I get the chance to write whatever I want in a noticeable color that people can’t ignore.  Over the years, my paper wrapper has been peeled off a little, but that just means it’s a chance for me to sharpen my character.  Even if they don’t like glitter, or hesitate about a pink crayon, there’s something about being unique that people just can’t ignore and somehow, even if they don’t agree with veganism, can’t help but be fascinated by.
Sometimes it’s even those gray ex-vegetarians that want to try and rain on my parade, maybe cuz they hate pink crayons, but too bad for them because there’s no one out there that’s gonna throw tomatoes at my float.  I like my princess pink glittery side and I don’t mind if others unintentionally make me feel that sometimes I stick out like a sore thumb.  Or rather, the pink glitter crayon in the box.  I love being me.  Even if it means putting up with junk from ex-vegetarians.  What would I be without those dull boring crayons that are the color of a factory farm floor?  At least I’m in their lives, if only for a pink scribble or two.  A streak of glitter here, some animal awareness there, this place wouldn’t be the same without us compassionate vegans!

Much like the pink crayon, I don’t need to go around telling others that I’m pink and glittery.  It’s obvious!  You can tell just by looking at the box of crayons; I am what I am.
At first, being vegan was socially awkward for a wide variety of reasons.  But after a while, I just had to step back, look at my life and say, “This is who I am and love to be.”
I can’t hold that in.
It would be pointless to try.
I love animals and I’m proud to be vegan.
I don’t feel the need to try and convince other crayons to be pink.  It would be cool if they could, but until those other crayons are ready to trade in their worn out wax for something new, there is not much more that I could do other than letting them see how much I love being a pink glitter crayon.  Then maybe, slowly but surely, they too will one day want to be a new and improved version of themselves, whatever color it may be.  Preaching to the rest of the world might end up being pointless.  Instead, I choose to step back and just embrace my true colors, let them shine, and celebrate with pink glitter!