I am fucking DONE with my younger siblings eating everything I like. They don't do it because they like it too, they do it because they know I won't eat if we're out of whatever it is I feel like eating. Of course, this is obviously my fault for being a "picky eater", which is rich coming from the woman who went ultra-vegan 'cause her Magikal Sky-Daddy told her that's what he wanted. By "ultra-vegan", I mean she ate nothing but fruit, vegetables, nuts, and seeds for a period of about two and a half years. Have I mentioned that anemia runs in that side of the family? Have I mentioned that, despite my relatively normal diet, I was moderately to severely anemic for much of the first few years of high school? Have I mentioned that my mother is a lunatic? AURGH.
(Unrelated note: wow, I managed to derail my own post.)
