I have always known that I had an issue with eating certain foods when I was a kid. And I knew I was different when my little sister grew out of her pickiness and I didn't. I only ate pasta (Kraft parmesan only, no tomato sauce), chicken, read meat and pork. I love rice and potatoes and very certain veggies cooked a certain way. I only eat corn off the cob and not frozen or from a can. When I met my boyfriend 9 years ago, is when I really became embarrassed. I hated going to his parents’ house because his mom could only make the same thing every time we were over. The pressure that I got from my dad to try to eat new food was unbearable. He would sneak onions into my food and I had to pick through my food to find them before I could eat anything. Once I moved to such a foodie town that is Asheville, I had to break out of my bubble. I was so embarrassed to go to restaurants; I would order the same thing every time. Or, if it was fancy I had to study the menu before we went out. Around 22-24, I decided to try new foods but only on my terms. If I am pressured, I back out and become embarrassed. Plus, my boyfriend is amazing and will try questionable food before me, he would give me the thumbs up, thumbs down or I might like it, but probably not. The good news, I like a lot of food. I hate texture anything that hits the ‘yuck’ point I make note. I can go out to restaurants and feel normal. The thing that sucks, I have to explain myself to everyone.