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Wow I love being reminded that my very picky eating due to things like texture and some more psychological stuff is such a burden as if I& #39;m not already aware of that 
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I am /extremely/ picky. To a point where it is fucking inconvenient. Trust me if I could just expand my palate that easily I would.
I taste things that others seem to either not taste or not really mind. I will often taste differences in things others say taste the same, and some of those changes are okay, and others aren& #39;t
My foods /cannot/ touch. With very rare exceptions. I eat one thing at a time - so if there is a meal with a meat and two sides, for example, I eat all of one side, then all of the other, and then the meat. I will not go between them.
I very much eat like a child and I wish I didn& #39;t. But every time I try I gag and throw up and sometimes it doesn& #39;t leave and I can still taste and smell it hours after.
When I was younger and had to go on a weekend school trip and meals were provided I would go the whole time-
When I was younger and had to go on a weekend school trip and meals were provided I would go the whole time-
eating nothing but fucking bread. I would have rather go hungry. This happened a lot. People thought I was very sick.
(Actually fun fact I fascinated the wife of one of the profs in my department. She does psychology and her daughter is a nutritionist. I had a very lengthy convo with her aha.)
Anyway thanks to this tweet for reminding me also that when I had roommates I would deliberately wait for no one to be in the kitchen because I feared the judgment. Sometimes I ended up not eating. But you know. Glad that& #39;s such a turn off.
