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my naked lucnhbox. bodyhair is Natural fuckboi repellent

Posted by Freelee BananaGirl on

Although it's seldom, i still feel the pressure to conform in society, to shave my legs and underarms, to paint my face and look a certain way to others. This western self-obsession is a powerful dis-ease to shake. Some days i strut confidently, other days i pick at my insecurities, but everyday i move forward with strong purpose. I sometimes see that look of disgust from certain others at my hairy armpits and legs but i always remind myself - that person is NOT part of my tribe. Would i really want to spend my valuable time with someone who feels that way? About body hair? A person who thinks i'm disgusting as my natural self? Heck no! They can go fuck themselves. Free women remember, your body hair is a gift, it's protective and part of your being, but maybe best of all it's also a powerful natural fuckboi repellent.

Learn to love your bodyhair, yes including your leg hair in my new ebook My Naked Lunchbox. Take a read and change your life forever. 

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The raw till 4 diet. My food doesn't scream or bleed. I am Vegan.

Posted by Freelee BananaGirl on

Just looking into the canopy thinking back. 🌿many of you don't know this but i grew up on a farm until i was 16. I always felt closer to animals than humans. I spent many happy hours with pet chickens. I loved them, cuddled them, they were my friends. One day however, it was time for my friends, to become my meal. No! I felt like my heart was being ripped out. Why did it have to be like this?? There must be another option??...not today. Dad made me watch as he killed them. It was part of ‘living off the land’. Was he a terrible person for doing so? No, he did the right thing, he showed me the gruesome reality of my meal.

The chickens didn’t die immediately and made painful blood gurgling sounds as they desperately tried to cling to life. It was devastating to see my friends killed that day, i remember that moment like it was yesterday. In fact, no one in the family liked the “process” so we put the blinders back on and paid for plastic-wrapped chicken from the supermarket. This is just one of the reasons i eat the way i do today. I now largely live off the land but these days my food gives itself freely to me. No trauma. No screaming. No bleeding. No suffering for my meals.

I give you amazing vegan lunchbox recipes in my new ebook My Naked Lunchbox. Take a read and change your life forever. 

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