I didn’t think I liked eggs
Soo if you didn’t know I have Arfid, which I haven’t really talked about too much because I still deal with feelings of embarrassment/shame surrounding it. Plus I have only come to this conclusion due to extensive personal research and reflection, as this is an eating disorder that is still relatively new so receiving an official diagnosis can be difficult, so part of me doesn’t even feel qualified to speak on it... but all this to say, I didn’t think I liked eggs.
The one time I did have eggs, it was at a baby shower. My personal experience with Arfid stems from a general disinterest/discomfort in certain tastes and textures of unfamiliar and overly flavourful food groups. I’m very selective, very plain, and find that I tend to get overwhelmed/stressed easily when confronted with foods that have a very distinctive amount of flavor. So, when I had eggs, at the baby shower, I didn’t know that they were devilled eggs, and that devilled eggs actually taste really fucking different than normal eggs. So, just based off of that assumption, little nine or 10 year old Shay just went... well, I guess I don’t like eggs then 🤷♀️
Flash forward to yesterday, me and my best friend, let’s call her Z, are brainstorming simple foods that I’ll be able to make when I am living on my own and away for school. She says we should try eggs, because they’re pretty easy to make. I reluctantly agree, because honestly, it’s been a long time, so maybe my taste buds have evolved. This, in itself, is a big success for someone who has arfid, because trying new foods isn’t as simple as it is for people who don’t struggle with it.
So, Z teaches me how to make eggs. Normal eggs, scrambled eggs, because they’re easy, and I try the eggs, and I like them, and they’re much more bland and manageable than devilled eggs were, and I’m just writing this because I’m proud of myself, as silly as it sounds, for not only learning how to make them, but for giving them a second chance. I’m also really grateful to Z, because she has never made me feel stupid or childish for both my very limited cooking knowledge, as well as my very selective eating tendencies, which is more than I can say for even family members at home.