I’ve been a picky eater since I was little. I don’t know why I am. If anyone has suffered more with my eating habits it’s my mom. I have an older brother who will eat everything but then I came along and wouldn’t eat anything. She’s tried everything from doctors (who back then said that “she’ll eat when when she’s hungry) to trying to punishment (if you don’t finish your plate, you can’t leave) and none of it worked.

To this day, I only eat certain things like plain cheeseburgers with ketchup, fries, hot dogs, chicken (only white meat), chicken-flavored ramen, cheese pizza, and only recently added pot-roast, roast beef, pepperoni rolls, and turkey. There may me a few more things... I also seem to love sweets but only if it’s chocolate or peanut butter

I got made fun of by peers and teachers when I brought lunch to school and when I older and didn’t have the option, I would starve for the day.

Just the idea of eating new food makes me anexious. What’s worse is when my friends point it out and they try to make me eat new things. It’s like a block comes down when the phrase “here try this” is spoken. It makes anything else I put in my mouth taste like ashes and blah DX. One time, my roommate harassed me so much about trying something new (I don’t remember what it was) but it made me upset and cry (I’m pretty sure I was having a panic attack because she wouldn’t stop it and thought I was being dramatic over nothing.)

The worst part of being like this, a extremely picky eater, is that you know it’s wrong and you stop it and try something new but when it’s gross and you feel sick just trying it, and you know something is wrong with you.

When I think about how picky I am, it hurts and I get upset. I hate that I’m like this. I wanna like other food. I want to eat normal things and be adventurous but whatever causes that mental block for food comes up and it makes food repulsive and gross and anxious.