As I walked out of the building, I couldn’t help but wonder: Why was everyone so unhappy while they were exercising? What are we trying to achieve by sweating persistently, feeling utterly exhausted, and even permanently injuring our bodies? Are we truly trying to be healthy, like we claim? Or are our motives a bit messier than that?
If we chase the “ideal” body, we will never be content. Trust me—I’ve tried. But you don’t have to love your body, You don’t even have to believe that you’re beautiful. Because it’s more important to pursue a godly heart than a toned body.
Satan wants to convince us that something is wrong with how we look. He whispers that nothing fits me well and that my body is dreadfully ugly. But Satan is “the father of lies” (John 8:44 ESV). He wants us to believe anything that will draw us away from the Father.
I stared at the mirror in utter disgust and frustration. Why did I only feel hatred and despair when I looked at myself? Was I really as ugly as I appeared? Were my eyes playing tricks on me?
The truth is that I’m a healthy size and weight. In a perfect world, I would love my body because it is perfectly healthy. But I am slowly beginning to see reality: in our fallen world, we may never love our bodies.