My Struggle with Body Dysmorphic Disorder & How God Healed Me

It started when I was about 17. I had gone through an experience of feeling very rejected by someone that meant a lot to me. A boy actually. He and I became very close and then when I told him how I felt about him (a very vulnerable feeling I can assure you) he told me he was actually in love with one of my friends. I immediately began to wonder why he would reject me? Why would he choose her over me? I was a nice person. I loved the Lord and I knew that we shared that in common. Our personalities seemed to click in every way. So the only thing that I could come up with was that I wasn’t pretty enough or I wasn’t good enough. Don’t ask me why that’s the lie the enemy chose, but it was. And it stuck. Now lets hold up for just a sec. This lie of “I’m not pretty enough” is veeerrryyy common in today’s culture of airbrushed faces and photo-shopped bodies. Of course no girl is going to feel pretty against the standard of what the media is telling us is “beautiful”. This is a growing epidemic and it needs to stop. I could rant about this for days but I shall spare you and return to my story.

I let the thought of “I’m not pretty enough” begin to sink into my mind, I turned it over and over again leaving it there to ferment and leave a bitter taste behind. I felt the words grow uglier and uglier turning into “I’m fat”, “No one wants you when you look like that”, “You will never find someone to love you unless you lose some weight”, and finally “I hate you.” I used to stand in front of my mirror and stare at the image before me and speak to my body as though it were a separate entity. Cursing it and berating it until I couldn’t help but feel like garbage. Every time I would look in at my reflection it was like I was seeing something different from the moment before, and though my family reassured me it was all in my mind, I didn’t believe them.

Before I go on, I want to give you the basic definition of Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD). It is often an off shoot of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (something I also struggled with in my early teens), it often involves:

  • Obsessive and Ritualistic Behaviors
  • Excessive and unrealistic concern with a specific facial feature or body part
  • Abnormal behavior around mirrors or other reflecting surfaces.  A majority of patient diagnosed with BDD frequently check their appearance in mirrors or spend long periods of time doing so
  • Frequent requests for reassurance from others about their appearance
  • Frequently comparing one’s appearance to others
  • Avoiding activities outside the home, including school and social events

You might be thinking, “Oh that’s pretty normal behavior for any teenaged girl who is feeling a little insecure.” It’s not. The thing that makes this so different from your typical insecurities is the obsessiveness of it. It is on your mind 24/7. It never stops. I would find myself comparing my body to every other girl’s body around me. “Oh her waist is half the size of mine.” “I wish I had her arms, they are so much skinnier!” “I bet she never has to exercise or diet, she’s lucky she’s born naturally thin.” It consumed me. There were days I didn’t want to leave the house or go to school because I didn’t want people to see me looking “fat” or “ugly”.

Several times my mom would come into my room and find me curled up in a ball on my floor in front of my mirror sobbing because I couldn’t bear what I saw in the reflection. I would run around my house looking in every mirror hoping that each one would somehow provide a miraculously thinner and different me. I hid it from my friends and those close to me because I was ashamed and I figured they would either coddle or belittle me. Plus, if they reassured me I would probably think they were lying anyways. I felt no one would understand because I didn’t even understand myself.

One day I heard about BDD and was amazed that my behavior matched almost every symptom. It is often under diagnosed because it can be confused for Anorexia or Bulimia, however most of the time people with BDD do not starve themselves for long periods (Anorexia) or make themselves vomit (Bulimia). Although I attempted both of these, I never was able to follow through. I wrote to a clinic that specialized in the disorder and through a test and correspondence with them they confirmed what I already knew; it appeared I was a victim of Body Dysmorphic Disorder. They suggested I come to their clinic for treatment, but I knew that I have a Great Healer. 

I began to call my obsession by it’s name: A trick of the enemy, meant to beat me down and tear me apart. I realized that this disorder was only the fruit of an even deeper root of rejection in my life, and I didn’t want to be stuck in it anymore. I threw off the label of “victim” and I began to slowly but surely fight back. On the days when all I wanted to do was hide away, I would force myself to face my fears and walk out the door as I read Bible verses over myself that spoke of God’s love and desire for me. They were precious words that reminded me that I was beautifully, and “fearfully and wonderfully made” in His image. How dare I critique what God had so carefully and loving crafted? Jeremiah 1:5 is an example of this:

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

or Psalm 139: 13-18:

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.”

These words are truth and in that dry season were like water to my parched soul. How amazing it is that God could speak love and affirmation to us directly from His Word! We are told that we are wonderfully made by the Creator of the Universe! Mind blown!!!

So I thought I’d jot down some of the keys I found that helped pull me through the worst of the battle, in case you too are struggling with something similar:


  1. Get into the Word. This is step number one, and I can’t reiterate it enough. Scripture is powerful! It is God’s word to us and it can bring so much freedom and truth. Because we cannot see God physically, having His physical Word is priceless. It can connect us to Him in a way we have never known. I promise that as you get into reading the Word every day, and really reading it OVER yourself, you will see a shift in your mentality about yourself. This is because you won’t be only receiving your own or someone else’s negative opinions about you, but now those words and thoughts will go through a filter of God’s true opinion of you. And believe me, His opinion is much more powerful and will ultimately lead you towards freedom because the truth will set you free, and God’s Word is truth. I want to challenge you to commit 10 minutes every day to just spend time with Jesus and see how your perspective of yourself changes.
  2. Sticky notes. I went through probably somewhere around 5000 sticky notes during this time of my life (it’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the idea). I used them to plaster my walls with Scripture mostly, maybe some inspirational quotes. And I put them up by my bed so that I would always have Scripture to surround and encourage me when I woke up, went to bed at night, or just collapsed on my bed in tears. Invest in sticky notes, the more colorful the better, and start writing out your favorite verses (see point 1). Writing out the Scripture God gives you will help it sink in even more to your spirit!
  3. Tell someone. When I was struggling, I struggled alone. I chose to bury the pain I was feeling so that I could avoid other people’s judgment, and because of my own shame. I shut down and did what I thought I needed to do to protect myself from more pain, but instead I put myself in solitary confinement. Now, I’m not saying go around and tell everyone and their brother about what you are struggling with, in the Bible it says “don’t cast your pearls before swine” (Mat. 7:6). Pray and ask the Lord who you can trust to speak to that will hold your confidence while also taking what you tell them to the Lord and praying for you in sincerity.
  4. Get out of bed. There were so many days where just making myself walk out of the door in the morning to go to school was torture. I just wanted to lie in bed or on the floor and just try to block out the world. The idea of going to school or out with friends was almost inconceivable. But my biggest breakthroughs came when I, sometimes tearfully, just asked God to help me walk out the door. And many times He would, and even though I struggled the entire time once I left, I had made that step and taken back ground from the enemy, which, ultimately, was part of the journey towards freedom.
  5. Don’t turn to other loves. Many times I turned to music, movies, or food to help me block out the pain I was feeling. This is a trap, don’t do it no matter how tempting it is! Ultimately, through this, you will just be building walls between you and the only true comfort, the unfailing love of your Heavenly Father. Fight the urge to just “escape” through worthless things that only bring you temporary satisfaction and relief. Instead turn to the One who promises to “satisfy the longing soul”. (Ps. 107:9)

Now, I’m not saying this is the ultimate fix-all list, I can only share from my own experience. However, the Lord IS the ultimate fixer, and I promise He can fix you and your hurting heart if you only give Him permission to do so.

To wrap it up, God has healed me for over a year and a half now from Body Dysmorphic Disorder. And He has redeemed me. Though there are still days where I am not perfect, and the lies still creep in, I now know that rather than getting destroyed by them, I can use them as an excuse to run to the loving arms of my Father and find the only affirmation I will ever need. I don’t share this story for any reason other then to bring awareness to a little known area in mental health, and to the fact that we should never “cope” with a mental disease or just “learn to live with it”, but rather know that we can find full and complete healing in the gracious and merciful arms of our Father.




3 thoughts on “My Struggle with Body Dysmorphic Disorder & How God Healed Me

  1. Michael says:

    Hello Eden,
    That was a powerful testimony. God is good! He is there to help us to be more than conquers.
    I am sure that any one who reads your testimony will be blessed.
    It was a surprise for me to read. I have always thought that you are the most beautiful girl both inside and out that I have ever known. The power of lies are broken when one turns to our Lord Jesus. He came to set us all free. 😃

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  2. Cecelia White says:

    That’s quite the testimony Eden!
    The enemy will use anything 2 get our eyes off of Jesus and the plans and purposes He has 4 our lives. So glad you overcame this as young as you are. God gave you great strength and courage to fight and overcome the enemy! So rejoice in God your Savior! For He has given you the VICTORY!

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