I just posted but then read other people's stories. It is comforting to know other people get it.
I found it ironic that the acronym for the site spells Peas. I thought, "Peas... the very food that lingered on my plate as a child while I sat at the dinner tabld long after everyone else had cleared there plates. Eventually my mom would either give in or my dad claimed I was being dramatic I gagged while washing them down with a glass of chocolate milk.
I enjoy going out and socializing, but hate coming up with reasons as to why I'm only ordering fries or skipping to dessert. I know it's become a game for others to giggle at; naming foods to see what Kristina likes. I want to be able to pop a grape in my mouth, take a swig of beer, enjoy a foreign dish. .. but I can't. It's good to know I am not alone .