Hi my name is Cassie. I just turned 33 and I have been "picky" for most my life. I hate the word "picky" by the way. This is not how I chose to be. When I was younger my parents would force me to eat things I didn't like. I would gag and cry the whole time. I would like to try new foods but my head says I don't like it. Sometimes the smell or look of things turns me away. Things I like to eat are chicken in a few forms, potatoes usually mixed with corn, mac & cheese, or gravy also in fry, tot, or hashbrown form, pizza either cheese, pepperoni, or all meat, cheeseburgers with only cheese and ketchup on it sometimes bacon if anything else touches any part of it I can't eat it, most meats, peanut butter sandwiches but no jelly. I like some chocolate but I don't eat too much and hate white chocolate. I can't eat fruits or vegetables though I like some juice and tomato sauces. There is something about most spaghetti sauces I do not like. I don't care for eggs but I can eat them on toast scrambled. I can't do mustard or mayonnaise. And if pickles come any where near my plate I can't eat the food. I don't like mexican, Chinese, or any other foreign food. I can't eat fish. And if food taste like a food I don't like I can't eat it. So many times have I wished I wasn't like this. People, including friends and family, make jokes about my "pickiness" and I have to try to act like it doesn't upset me but it kills me inside. I don't like going over people's houses for dinner for fear of them making nothing I will eat. And trying new places to eat is hard because of the same reason and sometimes my usuals are not made the way I can handle. Last night my neighbors were over and they and my some of my family had enchiladas and I had to run to grab a pizza for myself. It is embarrassing some times.