While I was a freshman in college, my boyfriend had me stand in front of a mirror one day to look at myself and tell him what I saw. While I told him I saw a girl who was fat and ugly, he began telling me he saw a beautiful young woman he loved was slowly killing herself. He was worried, afraid I would starve myself to death... One day, I was convinced by the Lord that it was my turn and I should confess my sin issue with anorexia.

I wasn’t prepared from him to lay it back and pour some antiseptic into the bloody mess. It put methiolate to shame!