Lately I've been waking up at night in fear, with chest pain and hunger, and I realized I am not healthy.
When I look in the mirror, I see my bones protruding. Slowly I have been starving, and I am to blame....This fragile, empty, melancholic reflection is not who I am meant to be. Beauty isn't a number, a size, or a passing fashion.
God, I repent! Rather than choosing death and slowly wasting away, I choose life. This is the work of a lying demon. The demon gained a stronghold through the lie that I am not good enough, and I fed the demon as I starved.
But God will never lie to me. All those nagging, tormenting thoughts are the voices of demons. The Holy Spirit never nags. He only speaks the truth.
Eve before the Fall was naked and unashamed, innocent and radiant, a true beauty....
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