The Picky Princess Was Never Picky

Summary

My whole family swears I'm the pickiest eater alive. I complain that the mashed potatoes are too hard, say the vegetables taste bitter, and refuse to touch meat.

Dad gets so fed up he slams his hand on the table. "Keep this up and you're going to starve yourself."

Mom takes it a step further and signs me up for a reality show that sends city kids to live on a farm.

The producers already have my storyline mapped out. The spoiled city kid will refuse to eat, get so hungry she breaks down crying, and beg to go home.

But when the first meal is served, I polish off three huge helpings.