I was the picky eater of my family: “You’ve never even tried it!” was the phrase most spat in my direction at the table, while I’d cross my arms and scoot the plate away. Refusing to eat was something I did often; I was characterized by a general revulsion to foods everyone around me seemed to enjoy. I didn’t like tacos, pizza, or hamburgers. Dipping s…
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