02/23/2026
There was a time in my life when dieting felt… righteous. It felt disciplined. It felt obedient. It felt like I was finally “getting my life together.” I’d wake up early. (Not today, lol) I’d resist carbs. I’d push through hunger. I’d over-exercise.
And somewhere deep inside, I felt morally superior for it. That’s the part we don’t talk about.
Diet culture doesn’t just sell thinness.
It sells virtue.
It whispers:
👉”Good girls have control.”
👉”Godly women are disciplined.”
👉”Your body reflects your spiritual life.”
👉”If you just tried harder, you’d be smaller.”
And in Christian spaces? It gets even sneakier.
We baptize it with Bible verses.
We call it “self-control.”
We call it “temple stewardship.”
We call it “discipline.”
But here’s the hard truth:
Obsession is not holiness.
Shrinking is not sanctification.
Hunger is not righteousness.
Let’s talk about actual fruit of the Spirit.
Love.
Joy.
Peace.
Patience.
Kindness.
Goodness.
Faithfulness.
Gentleness.
Self-controollllll. I hear my sweet grandson, Liam saying this verse🥰
Self-control was never meant to mean:
🛑ignoring your body
🛑distrusting your hunger
🛑punishing yourself for eating
🛑shrinking to be acceptable
Biblical self-control is Spirit led wisdom….not fear-based restriction.
Diet culture mimics holiness because it demands sacrifice. But it demands the wrong altar.
It asks you to lay down:
📣your peace
📣your joy
📣your social life
📣your mental health
📣your body trust
And calls it “discipline.”
God never asked you to starve to prove your devotion. He never asked you to shrink to reflect His glory. He never tied your worth to your waistline.
And here’s what really wrecked me when I realized it:
I wasn’t pursuing health. I was pursuing approval. From people. From the mirror. From myself. Maybe even from God.
But Jesus did not die so you could count macros in His name.
He died so you could be FREE.
🎯FREE from comparison.
🎯 FREE from shame.
🎯 FREE from body obsession.
🎯 FREE from the lie that smaller equals holier.
Holiness isn’t measured in pounds lost. It’s measured in love lived. And love does not starve.
If this hits something tender in you, pause. Maybe the “discipline” you’ve been clinging to is actually fear. Maybe what you’ve labeled stewardship is actually striving.
Friend, God is not impressed by your hunger.
He is near to your heart.
You don’t have to shrink to be sacred.
You already belong.
Big hugs,
Nicole🩷