To fulfill God's purpose in my life, I must have a healthy body.
There's an electric pulse in my fingers now, and my skin has a healthy glow. Finally, my body temperature feels warm. Before, I operated in a dormant state of sorts; I longed for death and tried to exist just at the edge of eternity and the land of the living. God knows how isolated I am, friendless and abandoned by family. Lately I've become very withdrawn.
God knows I didn't comprehend the development of anorexia, and I'd never consciously choose that path. Yet now that I am aware...from now on, I am responsible to make the right choices every day. From now on, I no longer chase after the world's ever shifting definition of physical perfection.
An eating disorder is no way to live, and in fact leads to death. Instead of death, I choose life. Anorexia is of the devil, not of God -- death disguised as holiness.
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