Can anorexia and faith coincide
smoothly, or are they fundamentally incompatible? Having had experience of
both, and having tried my hardest to reconcile them, there has never been a
time when I have been able to fully embrace, or be led by, both.
One of the key aspects to anorexia,
which is present in almost every case, is the need for control. Frustration
over the lack of control in other areas of life, such as school, work, sport
etc – which lead to the feeling that life is running away with you and you
can’t quite keep a grip on it – manifests itself in the attitude to food: the
one thing which you can definitely control. And yet we are called to surrender
all control over our life to the God who created us for His purpose (something I
am coming to terms with even more whilst considering my post-uni plans).
‘I am the Lord
your God… you shall have no other gods before me.’ (Exodus 20:2-3; NIV).
Scripture tells us not to worship false gods, because it means we are not truly
trusting our true God to do what is best for us. Anorexia is a selfish, manipulative
illness that demands your full attention. It creeps into every aspect of your
being until it places itself at the forefront of daily life and elevates itself
to become a false god. You worship ‘Ana’ – the voice in your head – not by
choice, but out of fear of disobeying her. Anorexia insists that it is your
friend, and it knows what’s best for you. Yet inevitably ‘Ana’s plan’ differs
significantly from God’s plan. In that sense, anorexia and faith in God are
thoroughly incompatible. I don’t mean the faith that there is a God, I mean the
deeper faith that He is the only one who can provide for us, the faith which
leads us to truly hand over everything we are to Him: an act which is
impossible when part of what we are has already been taken up by anorexia.
It seems ironic that I now write a blog
specifically aimed at helping women in their walk with God when for me the
years in which I should have been learning to be a woman were spent in the body
of a child. When I first entered the hospital word went around the other
inpatients that ‘The new girl is 8!’ – in fact I was 15. Whilst God was calling
me out of childhood and into the plan He had set out for my life, anorexia was
dragging me back down into an immature, helpless state. Rather than a child of God,
I became an insecure, fearful child terrified of growing up.
I know that many sufferers would
disagree. I’ve read several stories of those who have been saved by their
faith. But the truth is, when I was ill God saved me – medically speaking my heart
should have given up long before I was admitted to hospital – but I couldn’t
give back my life to Him. God never left me, I never lost faith that He
existed, but at the centre of it all anorexia stood between us. God is always present
for you, but anorexia prevents you from being present for Him.
He doesn’t want us to suffer, anorexia
does. The hardest decision of all is to give up your relationship with Ana, but
the greatest reward of all is regaining your relationship with the God who
loves you more than Ana ever could.
So, as far as I can tell:
Faith
is life-giving. Anorexia sucks the life out of you.
Faith
allows you to develop as a child of God. Anorexia ties you down and restricts
your growth.
Faith
calls you to freely sacrifice control. Anorexia steals it from you maliciously.
Faith
offers the one true God who saves. Anorexia forces you to worship an idol who
kills.
Faith
reaffirms your identity in Christ. Anorexia tells you you’re worthless.
Faith
gives freedom. Anorexia imprisons and isolates.
But
most of all, anorexia encompasses your whole being, leaving little or nothing remaining
to give to God.