Isabella Rae

Coming from a girl whose weight has fluctuated as long as I can remember I have found myself subconsciously attaching my worth to how flat my stomach is or how clear my skin was. ​If I am being honest it’s something I’m still working through. I didn’t realize how much praise I gave my body & when it didn’t appear the way I thought it should I tore it apart. I became obsessed with looking in the mirror at my stomach, you know that part right below your belly button. That only seems to meet my standards when I’m sick, or if I’m lucky the first thing in the morning. I found myself thinking “I better not eat too much” otherwise it will grow, as if that’s not a normal progression for my body to have. I know eating disorders are a real, but I didn’t need a diagnosis to recognize there was a problem. I knew I had to find the root. Trust me when I tell you I don’t have all the answers, but I will share what has helped me. 

Fully digesting that comparison is the thief of ALL joy. 

My expectations for my body were tied to what I saw online, girls I didn’t even know, had no clue their story, sacrifices, genes, but here I was thinking well I don’t look like that so I’m not enough. I was fighting a losing battle, & the only person that paid the price was me. Sure, I could pick myself apart, continue to tell myself that I am not pretty enough, skinny enough, or whatever narrative would fit my pity party story. But God did not create me to look like them, he created me to look like me. I remind myself of this DAILY. I’d be lying if I said it got easier, but I am getting better. Our bodies are created with intention & purpose. Walk in that authority. Instead of tearing down, build up. Look for the good not the bad. The enemy only wants our yes, & he will do the rest. Don’t give in. Push past the lies, & walk in truth. Our outsides don’t define us God does. You’re you & that’s enough!