P.S I ended up using the 'bitten out of my life' quote.

In short, I have to write a personal essay for english class/college admissions. So I decided to talk about my most vocal subject: Me being a medical mystery. I tried, and it turned out like this:

Blessing in Disguise
“You can‘t eat what?”
I hear this a lot. Do you know what what is?
Chicken.
Ha-ha. Go on, soak it in.
I get this reaction about once a month, whenever one of my friends suggests meeting up at Chik-fil-a. No, I can’t eat chicken. And not just chicken, either: peanuts, almonds, cashews, hazelnuts, turkey, bananas, celery, peas, and, for a limited time, (thank god) eggs and corn. How do I get by? I eat lots of noodles. It spurs lots of awkward conversations with ignorant people, makes me give away more than half of my Halloween candy, and has created a paranoid label-reader. But, as sucky as this sounds on paper, (and as the title so cliché-ishly puts it) it’s actually helped me grow in a lot of areas. Because I will never be the one who is picky about anything. I accept every new food I eat as a challenge, an adventure and - deep down - one more thing I can use to someday fill that huge chunk that’s been bitten out of my life.
Fish: Bring it on.
Rubbery Scallops: Pile ‘em up.
Squid-y calamari: What is this, Christmas?

Now thats what I call a rough draft!