In the depths of my struggle with an eating disorder, I felt like a shattered vessel. My self-worth was at an all-time low, and my relationship with food had become a battleground. The mirror reflected not the person God created, but a distorted image of pain and self-hatred. But in those darkest moments, I found solace in my faith. It was through Christ alone that I began to feel real, caring love, believing that God saw me differently than I saw myself – that He saw me as beautiful, even, and especially in my brokenness.