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Buy The Book: Lovely: How I Learned To Embrace The Body God Gave Me, By Amanda Martinez Beck

OK, I admit it, we are friends. [So this blog continues its tradition of ping-ponging between mindless sycophancy, and complete savagery of, authors more important than you.--ed.] Exactly. And I have been lingering around the Facebook group around this theme for a couple years now. I know how Amanda thinks about things like body image, and I'm almost absolutely certain she is right.

I'm not even the target audience, most likely, but she assures me that any person can benefit from hearing her message that all bodies are good bodies. I know one thing for sure: I finished the free sample, and I wanted to read more.

I'm just guessing that the Incarnation of Our Lord Jesus Christ figures prominently in the discussion as it goes along. [Catholics capitalize things they think are important.--ed.] You faithful Catholics will probably go, "What about gluttony?" as soon as you read the title, and I know Amanda has spent a lot of time interacting with such objections in a Christian context.

There is no actual gospel of thinness, however.

Anyway, it will be a great read, I'm sure. One you should pick up if you have struggled to be satisfied with your body in any degree. I'm gratified that someone has taken the time to name one of the voices of self-condemnation we hear. Lies have no power, when we bring them out into the open, and talk about them.

The book, Lovely: How I Learned to Embrace the Body God Gave Me, is available in Kindle and paperback right now! Buy the book!

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