I have been a picky eater since I was 5. Before I turned 5, I would eat most things, but after that I wouldn't. Growing up, my parents hardballed me to no avail. I would choose to go hungry for days than eat foods I didn't like. My parents gave up, but to this day, my dad is convinced it's in my head.

I am 27 now. A mom of two. My husband is very supportive and understanding. I like meats and cheese, pasta, and rice, breads, and some sweets, but never mixed together any bland.

I love ice and water, but the ice has to be made from the water I drink or I taste the difference. I can't stand the texture of fruit. I don't like veggies, but I can tolerate small amounts of some. I have always dealt with social anxiety and felt out of step with everyone else.

I want to be a good example to my kids and eat fruits and veggies, but it makes me sick to my stomach. I am amazed that there are people out there like me.