The devil dusted off the scale

The devil dusted off the scale,

placed it so gently in front of me.

He motioned at my bumps and rolls

and every stretch mark he could see.

He let me, wide-eyed, calculate

how my body had betrayed me.

With every bite of food I'd ate,

it'd packed on pounds so evilly.

The devil had to cover his mouth

to keep himself from snickering

as my tears rolled down and down.

"She hates her body for me."

Jesus dusted off the scale,

placed it so gently in front of me.

He motioned at my bumps and rolls

and every stretch mark He could see.

He caught my chin and held my gaze,

"Each mark on your body has meaning."

Lifting His hand, He let me trace

the scars that proved His love for me.

I looked my body up and down,

still not finding any beauty.

"Daughter, your body is a gown-

A map of your faithfulness to Me."

Friends, I may not look the part

But I'm free from my e.d.*

Though blamed by the devil for my weight gain,

It's an anthem of God-trust for me.

[*eating disorder]