Didn't I tell you to go away?
Aren't you hearing the words I say?
Never again will I bow to you,
You who keeps claiming to be the truth!
My worth is measured in Christ Himself,
Not found in pounds or the lack of health.
I will be strong and will fight this fight
Trusting in God, not my twisted sight
Morsel by morsel, I soon will win
Conq'ring the lust to be deathly thin
Measuring tape never gave me hope
Hope comes from God, and from God alone.