I am not fat. Or ugly. Or too needy or too emotional. I have no need to worry or fear or be disheartened. Satan, I rebuke your lies in the name of Jesus. That’s what they are: lies. I am getting healthy. I am learning to love myself. I am fearfully and wonderfully made and covered in the blood of Christ and nothing you say can come against that. The Creator of all delights in me, and I am precious in His sight. “How beautiful you are, my darling. There is NO FLAW in you.” I am His beloved, His daughter, and I have authority to reject your lies. So I do. I rebuke you in the name of Jesus. Beauty is not skin and bones. Beauty is not control. Beauty is not an empty stomach. Beauty is the glory of Christ coming alive in me. I am treasured. I am lovely. I am protected.

Get. Behind. Me.