May I Take Your Order?

I am scared of menus. If it is posted on the wall I am so near sighted that I have to belly up to the counter to see what it says and then the person behind the counter thinks I'm ready to order, making me feel like I should be ready to order...too much stress for a stand-up meal! Sitting down with the menu in my own hands at least I can see it, but it comes down to this: I don't know what I want, or more precisely, there are too many voices in my head and I can't hear my stomach!
Voice 1: You have a sensitive constitution! You shouldn't have sugar, or wheat, or dairy that isn't organic, or peanuts, or black pepper, or anything grown in another time zone, or orange food in combination with purple food!
Voice 2: You know, your pants are not fitting the way they used to and you don't want to be old and alone and fat, do you?
Voice 3: What will these people think of you! Your eating an entire bag of m&m's by yourself! At a movie by yourself!
So I'm on a new campaign to order what I want and eat what I want and not care what people think and buy new pants if I need to. Because what am I doing when I get a hot chocolate and malt balls after school? I'm adding sweetness to my life in the only way I know how to right now! And I'm living my childhood dream! Who's with me?