I have a tough stomach, and I've put myself through a lot. But when I first found out what happens to animals on modern factory farms and in today's slaughterhouses, I wanted to throw up - I literally couldn't believe it.
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An astonishing portion of my life is built around trying to evade vomiting and preparing for the eventuality that I might.
I don't want to be in a position that could make me vomit, like air travel. I've purloined airsick bags and stuffed them everywhere, just in case I ever feel the need to throw up. I haven't vomited since 1977, but I think about it all the time. I recognize that it's irrational, but I'd rather jump out of a window than vomit.
The more I read and watched about the meat industry, the more determined I became to keep meat out of my diet. The things I saw in slaughterhouse exposes made me feel sick and I refused to just ignore what I now knew.
A lot of my work has to do with not allowing my characters to have an ego in a way that the stomach doesn't have an ego when it's wanting to throw up. It just does it.
I know that I have a special stomach.
The only meat I eat is from animals I've killed myself.
We're all in trouble, and we all need to sort of pick up the pieces and start to exercise more and really be careful with the food.
I've got this horrible feeling that I'm one of those people who'll always have to flog their guts out to get anywhere.
People always think that if you eat anything as a model, it's amazing. I used to tease them and say, you know I'm going to throw up afterwards.
I've had this terrible stomach problem for years, and that has made touring difficult. People would see me sitting in the corner by myself looking sick and gloomy. The reason is that I was trying to fight against the stomach pain, trying to hold my food down. People looked me and assumed I was some kind of addict.
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