Much to the dismay of the adults in my life I was perfectly willing to forgo eating when the options were gross.
There were multiple times when I’d go camping with the girl scouts when breakfast was gross so I’d just have a glass of milk, lunch was gross so I’d wait until out daily hike for some trail mix. Then I’d run around all day, hiking, making crafts, doing camping things until a half way edible dinner presented itself.
I was never the type to demand different food though, unless asked, just “It’s cool I don’t need to eat.”
I hated eating out b/c the portions were always to big and I didn’t want to get fussed at for wasting food.
I got especially annoyed by family members trying to make me clean my plate when I was nauseatingly full who were always on diets themselves.
