http://www.slate.com/articles/life/food/2015/08/i_was_gluten_free_before_it_was_cool_diagnosed_with_celiac_in_the_1990s.html

I was 9 years old when I first heard the word gluten. “You can’t eat gluten anymore,” my mom informed me after we’d left the doctor’s office. “No more spaghetti.” Her face suggested this was good news. I hadn’t gained weight in more than a year and I looked like a tiny goblin with bangs. The doctor had described my predicament as “failure to thrive.” But I was a pasta machine. As far as my third-grade self was concerned, no food was more perfect than noodles: so blandly reliable, such a useful vehicle for cheese.