Raw Is Metal

On choosing life force over decay.

Raw isn’t a diet.
It’s a stance.

It’s choosing living food in a culture obsessed with death-by-convenience. Overprocessed. Overmedicated. Overexplained. It’s not about purity or perfection. It’s about alignment.

Metal has always been misunderstood. People hear noise; they miss discipline. They see chaos; they miss devotion. Raw food is the same. It looks extreme from the outside. From the inside, it’s precise. Intentional. Alive.

I didn’t come to raw food to be good.
I came because I was tired of being numb.

There’s a moment in every hero’s journey where the old tools stop working. The armor cracks. The potions fail. You can’t outsource your vitality anymore. You have to participate in it.

Raw food is participation.

It asks something of you. Attention. Presence. Courage. It doesn’t let you hide behind flavors engineered to distract you from how you actually feel. You feel everything — and then, slowly, you start to feel stronger.

This isn’t about going backward to some imagined primitive ideal. It’s about remembering that the body knows how to heal when it’s not constantly being interrupted.

Metal isn’t about destruction.
It’s about power with integrity.

Raw food is metal because it’s honest. Because it’s alive. Because it doesn’t beg permission from a system that profits from your exhaustion.

You don’t need to be extreme.
You need to be awake.

And sometimes, awakening starts with what you put in your mouth.