I traded the light on the hill

For the light on my phone and diet pills

Tried to change by force of will

God knows I’m trying

God knows I’m fighting

Double clicking my evening away

While my dinner is circling the drain

Tryna purge all this self hate

God knows I’m trying

I’m tired of hiding

If my body is a temple why do I try to dissemble it over and over again?

If my body is a temple why am I so judgmental of it over and over again?

Oh if everything you made is good then maybe so am I

Oh if beauty can come from ashes maybe so can I

You said you knit me together so that means I’m tethered forever to something that’s better than this

Oh if everything you made is good then maybe so am I

I’m tired if I have to say this

Then I’ll have to let go have to face it

What would my friends say if they knew the struggle of fighting for double zero

I’m running low on excuses, so I’m getting a bit more reclusive

God what am I doing?

I’m tired of failing

Father I’m praying save me

If my body is a temple why do I try to dissemble it over and over again?

If my body is a temple why am I so judgmental of it over and over again?

Oh if everything you made is good then maybe so am I

Oh if beauty can come from ashes maybe so can I

You said you knit me together so that means I’m tethered forever to something that’s better than this

Oh if everything you made is good then maybe so am I

Maybe so am I…

I’m not made for what they see

I’m not made for what the filter brings

Won’t you help me believe I'm made in the image of God

No blue check mark can rescue me

There’s no dress size to set me free

Jesus help me believe I’m made in the image of God

Oh if everything you made is good then maybe so am I

Oh if beauty can come from ashes maybe so can I