I have had a weight problem since I was nine years old. The real issue behind my struggle is food. I began to turn to food as a reward when I was a child. As I got older, I found that food brought comfort. I...

We’ve all heard it said that comparisons are thieves of joy. I think that’s true, but even truer is the fact that the enemy himself is a thief and comparisons are weapons in his arsenal. Lately, I’ve realized that comparison is my default mode....

Everything we do as an embodied image bearer reflects the nature of God. Do … [you] point others back to Him? (Body Matters, p.42) That question stopped me in my tracks. The idea that everything I do with my body being intended to point to...

Trust me, you do not want to be around my family on game night. Only the strong survive, my friends. This competitiveness is simultaneously one of the most endearing and exasperating characteristics of my family. Whether its poker, charades, Monopoly, Risk, Balderdash, or Settlers of...

The “Me” series was a lot to process, bringing much conviction of my sinful bent to love myself more than God. But in the midst of all that conviction, Bill’s message on “Vanity: I Love/Hate My Body” brought an unexpected word of comfort to this...

In my fiftieth year of life, there are some aspects I like about getting older, such as growing a bit wiser, more experienced, more focused, and less concerned about little things that don’t matter. But other things, I don’t like at all, such as the...

  I stopped immediately as they walked by, pausing mid-sentence to take it all in – the beauty, the perfectly coiffed hair, the slim figures, the flawless skin, the unique and expensive dresses accessorized with the perfect heels and equally expensive jewelry. They oozed money, status,...

I was looking in the mirror the other morning at my body. I have been working hard to eat right and exercise in order to lose the weight I gained while pregnant. My goal weight is now within my grasp. Success brought a smile of...

Spending a weekend on a retreat with a few hundred middle school kids can make you feel either really young or really old (or both, depending on the time of day!). Honestly, I felt young, energized and happy to have the opportunity to spend quality...

Body Matters. Body matters. Really? Well, the culture sure says so. Look at any magazine rack. Clearly, the body matters, particularly the young, shapely, alluring female body. The diet and fitness industries sure say so. Look at the countless ways available to us for losing weight...

I have always had a slightly disordered perception of food. As a teenager, I ate without giving it much thought. The only caveat was calories. I never looked at ingredients or bothered with the nutrition (or lack thereof), but I constantly checked the number of...

Not long ago I posted about being an ezer in the second half of life. I’m truly thankful for how God is teaching me to trust Him in embracing the ever-changing relational seasons of my life. But here’s the flip side of my journey in...

This is embarrassing to admit, but in my late forties I am just now accepting the fact that I will never have a perfect body.  I’m sure some of you are thinking, Hello! Of course not! But I have been reluctant to let go of...

This morning as I drank my coffee, I clicked on the Greenville News online edition to scan the headlines.  The title of the last article immediately caught my eye.  It said “25 of the most beautiful women of Greenville.” Now that I’ve gone past the half...

Last year was a challenging year for me. I struggled with deep-seated insecurity and spent months begging God to “fix” the physical flaws that caused such grief. Although I believe that He is able to do anything, it was clear that He had another way...

I was 16 weeks pregnant with my second child. I arrived at the doctor’s office feeling good about myself, considering the only appetizing food to me was Cheetoes. Despite the lack of nutritious food, I was still (barely) in regular clothes. Since I didn’t keep...

“I died for your sins, so that I might clothe you in My garments of salvation.  This is how I see you: radiant in My robe of righteousness.”  ~From Jesus is Calling, by Sarah Young In my Ezer group, one lady said that comparison is a...

Ok, I admit it- I like to read about celebrities.  On one site I frequent, typical headlines include, “XYZ Celeb Debuts Incredible Post-Baby Body” or “ABC Reality Star Shows Off Slim Bikini Body.”  Upon closer inspection, I’ve noticed that these articles make me regard my...

I understand that I am made in God’s image and I believe that he sees me as his beautiful child, but sometimes I feel like I could better embrace that idea if I were just ten pounds lighter.  It’s an embarrassing admission, but I have...

As someone who has battled being overweight since childhood, pregnancy brings unique challenges to how I handle body image. Shifting my thinking to accept weight gain as necessary and even good becomes a consistent struggle. Old fears that I thought I had dealt with resurface....

That’s what I thought. In the weeks leading up to the Body Matters conference I read the blog posts detailing the struggles women were having with the issues of weight and shape and appearance. Their pain was real and I felt genuine sympathy for them....

Ahhh, springtime. The time for warm weather, new life, and bathing suit season. Questions like, “do I really need a second helping of dinner? Or are one-pieces finally back in style?” begin to invade my mind. I notice every extra pound around my hips, my...

If you had asked me seven years ago if I was concerned about my body image, I would have lied and told you “no.” I was healthy, fit, and reasonably satisfied with the results when I compared myself to other women. I received regular compliments from...

“We’re so glad you’re here! We’ve been praying for older women.” … Attending my first Grace women’s retreat, I looked around the table. Clearly, I was the oldest one there. She was speaking to me! So began the journey of getting my head and heart around...

“I’ve noticed that when I treat my body like an instrument instead of an ornament, my relationship with food completely changes.”  ~Alanis Morissette My husband plays the violin.  It’s old and beautiful.  It’s been a long time since he pulled it out, but he did a...