“As someone who is in recovery from eating disorders and all sorts of bad habits, I’ve put my body through a lot. I spent most of my teen years hating the body I was living in.
Growing up in church, I had heard how my body was a temple and that I had been made in the image of God. But I didn’t feel like I was.
I couldn’t understand what I was here for or why this body mattered.
Ten years ago, I hated every bit of me and my body.
Through my recovery journey I’ve slowly learned that my body is not my enemy. I’ve learned to be thankful for the ways it has sustained me. I’ve learned (and am still learning) to listen to my body and take care of my body in ways I didn’t do for a very long time.
Because at the end of the day, this is the body I’ve been given. There is no plan B this side of heaven.
In order for me to live in my glorious, God-given space means, I have to be ok with the body I am in. God LOVES what he made when he made me and when he made you.”