u/dollescenttt

Hi, I’m 15, and a really picky eater. I can’t recall a single time where I have eaten a full meal made of vegetables. Or actually healthy things I guess? My diet is basically made of pasta, rice, fish, eggs, fast food and sometimes a little meat. I have rotated between all of these basically my whole life. I know the quote“you are what you eat” and I am seriously starting to get worried about developing some serious condition or a deficiency (I have already been diagnosed with iron deficiency anemia a few months ago, my iron levels have gotten back quite quickly after I started taking supplements but still). I really want to start eating healthy things and to have all the nutrients needed for my growth, but everytime I start to suck it up and actually try to eat some greens or any vegetable, I just can’t, I don’t like what I’m eating, I force myself all the way and end up hungry in the end. I wonder if it is affecting my gut health because I have gas and my stomach looks constantly bloated, though I can’t tell if it’s fat or something else. I weigh 62kg or 171cm, so a relatively normal weight according to google. I just can’t help but constantly feel bad knowing if I end up very sick it’ll be my fault because I can’t eat like a normal person. How do I do this?

Is it normal for my labia minora to feel very itchy? I don’t get it constantly but it’s not my first time lol.

I’ve been suspicious of having some sort of anxiety disorder since some time now.
I am still a teenager, this afternoon, I got what I believe is a panic attack, but I also had my biggest fight with my mother, while in this state. I opened up about a lot of things to her, one of which was my experience being raised between two cultures, it’s very hard for me because I don’t feel like I belong anywhere, on my mom’s side, I’m considered whitewashed, but on my father’s side, I’m some ghetto black girl.
My mother proceeded to tell me that every biracial person experienced that and that I should just forget about it and be proud of my cultures. I told her it was like asking a depressed person to stop having suicidal thoughts (maybe that was a stretch, I’d also like to add that I do not intend to harm myself in any way just in case) and that you cannot just ask a person to stop feeling how they feel. She told me I was mixing everything up, that I was creating myself non existent problems (I also mentioned a lot of personal things I’m not comfortable sharing here, a lot had to do with her). Mind you, I was actively hyperventilating, nauseous, with my vision blurry from tears, that was one of the most intense things I experienced in my life I felt so terrible. When I called her out she started rambling about how this was puberty and my hormones affecting me “I was a teenage girl too and believed nobody loved me”. Then she started with the whole guilt tripping saying “oh so I’m a bad mom, I’m the worst mom ever according to you I know”. This hurts so much because I just can’t understand why she can’t see that I’m obviously struggling, it’s not because I’m not sleeping on the streets, getting bullied or actually severely depressive (exemples she mentioned in which she would take me seriously) that I don’t have the right to have issues. And of course the guilt tripping worked because now I can’t tell if she’s right and I’m just a moody teenager going through puberty or if I’m really struggling and she’s the problem.