Satan... Suck on That.

So here's what I'm going to do.... with a smile. on. my. face. :

I'm going to look in the mirror, and smile.

I'm going to eat what I'm supposed to, and smile.

I'm going to eat with my friends, and smile.

I'm going to see my body as a temple... not an object. And it's gonna make me smile.

Satan, I am not yours. Jesus saved me. He loved me when you hurt me, and He pulled me out of your traps again and again. I'm alive, because of Him.

Remember those times you told me I didn't deserve to live, and I almost listened to you? Yeah, Jesus reminded me that He died so I could live.

Living is not accepting the chains you ruined me with. Living is breaking free from them as many times as necessary.

Recovery: the regaining of or possibility of regaining something lost or taken away.

Well, I know what was taken away....




acknowledgement that I. am. loved.

The regaining of it? I'm working on that. The possibility of it?

As far as I'm concerned, possibility just isn't acceptable here.

I'm regaining it all back. Because I'm worth it.

Satan... You're no match for my Savior.

The End

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