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Things "Fussy" Eaters Are Tired of Hearing

First of all: I'm not fussy, you're just obsessive.

 We all have things we don't like - it's almost as if we're not all exactly the same... crazy, right? If someone doesn't like The Walking Dead or Game of Thrones, move on, accept it. If someone doesn't like drinking, good for them, no problem. If someone doesn't like foreigners because they're stealing all the jobs, punch them in the face, because they're an asshole. 

It's easy to differentiate the good kind of aversions from the bad kind - and I for one don't think that having preferences when it comes to food deserves the amount of wise-cracks and eye rolls that it gets. Here's my experience of being a "fussy" eater. 

1. "Just try it!"

I’ve suffered through my fair share of the “oh just try it, you’ll like it” conversations and the “you’re so fussy!” comments. It was forgivable when I was 10, and wouldn’t eat disfigured pancakes because I thought they looked weird.

Well, I’m in my twenties, and if I don’t wanna eat the damn tomatoes, then I’m exercising my right as an adult not to. Newsflash: not everyone has the same taste buds, and while your very convincing "but it's so good!" is hard to resist, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. 


2. "I bet if it was in your food and nobody told you, you wouldn't even be able to tell."

I have the eye of a hawk and about as much trust in people as a rhino has in a wicker deck chair. Even if your little scheme does manage to work, and the enemy you planted finds its way between my chompers, do you really think I’m swallowing that? I will taste it, I will hate it, and I will spit that shit OUT.


3. “There’s no way you’re getting enough nutrition in your diet. You need to broaden your horizons more.”

You know what? I'm good. 


4. “You can't survive on carbohydrates alone."

Watch me. 


5. “You always want a Nandos, let’s go to a nice restaurant.”

Overpriced, tiny portions that are always drizzled in some unidentifiable dressing? No thanks.


 In a world where everyone is criticised for pretty much anything they do – and rightly so in some cases – it would be nice if, when it comes to food, we just let bygones be bygones. Eating is such a sacred practice, so why should we taint it with negativity? I’ll stick to my 12” pizzas with a side of Texas BBQ Pringles, and you can stick to your kale and avocado toast. 


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