The Night I Realized Food Wasn’t the Enemy

There was a time when I thought food was the problem. Too much food, too little food, the wrong food. I was diagnosed with bipolar, depression, anxiety, anorexia as a teenager. Food was never neutral — it was always war.

I binged, I starved, I hid. My body carried scars nobody could see.

And yet, one night after another binge, when the shame felt unbearable, I heard the whisper of the Holy Spirit: “Daughter, it’s not the food. It’s the famine in your soul.”

That’s when everything shifted. It wasn’t about restricting or indulging — it was about remembering. Remembering that food was always meant to be a blessing, not a battlefield.

Now, I eat 1900 calories a day, steady meals, fruit, bison, homegrown avocado — not because I’m chasing numbers, but because I’ve learned balance is holy. My body doesn’t need punishment. It needs preservation.