God’s Not Perfect?

I hope this doesn’t offend anyone.

No, I take that back.  I hope this makes you think about what you’re doing to yourself, ladies.

THERE ARE SO MANY GIRLS I ADORE ON HERE WHO HATE THEMSELVES SO MUCH BECAUSE OF THEIR WEIGHT, OR HOW THEY LOOK, OR BECAUSE OF THEIR PERCEIVED IMPERFECTIONS.  THEY’RE STARVING THEMSELVES AND MAKING THEMSELVES PUKE.

GIRLS, YOU WERE CREATED IN THE IMAGE OF GOD.  HE DOES NOT MAKE MISTAKES.

WHEN YOU TELL YOURSELF THAT YOU’RE TOO FAT, OR THAT YOU DON’T LIKE ‘THIS’ OR ‘THAT’ ABOUT YOUR BODY, YOU’RE BASICALLY TELLING GOD THAT HE MESSED UP.  THAT HIS PERFECTION ISN’T PERFECT ENOUGH.

I get it.  I used to be where you are.  And it WAS NOT easy to get to where I am today.  I had to fight and claw my way out of the eating disordered life.  But I’m happier.  I’m living a life I never thought I’d be living.  And it doesn’t revolve around counting calories and worrying about when I can eat so I can make sure I have access to a bathroom.  It doesn’t revolve around exercising like a maniac to make sure I’ve burned every calorie off or standing naked in front of a full length mirror for an hour every morning so I could tear myself apart.  It doesn’t revolve around making sure my scale was at the exact same spot on my bathroom floor so the reading was accurate or having to bring MY scale with me on trips because I couldn’t trust other scales.

This isn’t living.  YOU’RE NOT LIVING.  You’re barely surviving.  And this WILL kill you.  You’re not invincible.  I can promise you that.  I’ve lost numerous friends to their eating disorders; friends who said they weren’t going to die because they felt fine.  Heart attacks, a ruptured esophagus, heart failure, liver failure.

God made you the way He wanted you to be.  In His image.  Perfection.  Trying to alter that means You think less of His perfection…