I have been a picky eater since I was 4. My parents can pinpoint the moment I stopped eating most foods. I can't remember ever being anything other than picky. When I was growing up, most people thought I was anorexic because of how skinny I was, but I was too young to avoid foods for the sake of being skinny. I remember one time my dad tried to get me to eat broccoli. I sat with it in my mouth for over an hour, unable to swallow it down. My challenges with food only got worse with age. I only eat chicken breast, I cannot stand any vegetable, I like strawberries but dislike strawberry flavored foods... The list just goes on and on. My family has always teased me about my eating habits, which I hated. Most of my parents friends still believe I only eat chicken nuggets (white meat only) and fries. When people say they are picky eaters, my first reaction is to say "not as picky as me." Most of the time I'm right. I avoid any food related gathering. I remember a Christmas when everyone was enjoying the feast while I ate buttered toast. I would give anything to be able to enjoy food as much as other people do.