Finding Freedom from Body Image Struggles Through Faith, Motherhood, and Surrender
Religion / Christian Living
Date Published: July 28, 2026
Publisher: Lucid Books Publishing
Hello Peace is a faith-filled journey for women navigating body image struggles, identity, and the physical and emotional changes of pregnancy and motherhood. Through a raw and honest personal story, this book invites readers to move from fear, comparison, and control into surrender, renewal, and lasting peace in Christ.
Blending Scripture, reflection, and practical journaling prompts, it equips women to break free from shame, rediscover their worth, and anchor their identity in God—not in appearance or performance.
For any woman who has ever felt at war with her body, this book offers hope, healing, and a reminder that God is not calling her back to who she was—but forward into who she is becoming.
Beth McCall is a registered dietitian, sports nutrition specialist, and founder of Purposeful Fueling, where she helps individuals fuel their body, mind, and life with purpose. With over a decade of experience working with high school, collegiate, and professional athletes, Beth is passionate about supporting both performance and whole-person wellness.
A devoted follower of Christ, her work is deeply shaped by her personal journey of healing from an eating disorder and finding freedom through God’s truth. Hello Peace is her debut book, inspired by her experiences in pregnancy and motherhood and her desire to help women anchor their identity in Christ.
Beth lives with her husband, son, and daughter, and enjoys running, hiking, and spending time with her family.
Instagram: @bethmiller_7 @purposefulfueling
Excerpt #1:
I was fourteen years old when my eating disorder began. I can’t point to one single moment or trigger — it was a slow unraveling, a quiet shift, one that started in my mind long before it ever showed up in my body.
What I can say is this: it came on with stealth, dressed in discipline, perfectionism, and control. At first, it looked like I was just trying to be healthy and gain better athleticism as I headed into high school sports. But without even realizing it, it turned into a desire to be smaller, better, and more in control.
Under the surface, it was never about food. It was about fear — fear of being too much, and fear of not being enough. Fear of being unseen, and fear of being fully known. And so I tried to control the one thing I thought I could: my body.
Looking back, it’s hard to put words to how trapped I felt. On the outside, I appeared strong, high-achieving, healthy. But on the inside, I was exhausted and empty. Every decision — every bite, every mirror glance, every scale reading — became a judgment of my worth. I was considered one of the lucky ones and technically “healed” by the time I was fifteen, but the truth is, I had only learned how to function with the demon still inside. I hadn’t dealt with the root. I hadn’t let Jesus in. And because of that, the chains remained — not always visible, but always lingering.
Over the years, those chains looked different. In college, they showed up again — quieter, more sophisticated, harder to identify. They hid under my collegiate athlete training schedule,
calorie-counting apps, and fitness goals. And even when I became a registered dietitian and began helping others overcome their own eating disorders, I still had moments when I felt like a fraud. I was guiding others toward freedom while secretly battling my own thoughts. I could tell them the truth, but I wasn’t always walking in it myself.
Fast forward several years of wrestling with confidence — and along came the moment I had longed for yet feared the most: marriage and the discussion of starting a family.
I had always wanted to be a mom. But I also feared what pregnancy would do to my body. I feared the weight gain, the stretch marks, the postpartum unknowns. I feared the loss of control. And maybe most of all, I feared that the eating disorder — the one I thought I had buried nearly two decades ago — would find its way back in.
But here’s what I’ve learned: God does not waste our wounds. He doesn’t ignore the brokenness. He redeems it. And pregnancy, the very thing I feared would destroy me, became the very thing God used to set me free.
The freedom didn’t come all at once. It wasn’t clean or easy. It came in layers — in whispers of truth louder than the lies. It came in Scriptures I had read a hundred times before, suddenly coming alive. It came in moments of surrender, one small choice at a time. It came when I finally stopped relying on my own strength and started relying fully on His.
And it started here — with recognizing that the chains still existed.
The Bible tells us that all Scripture is God-breathed — and that it equips us for every good work. Not just the work of motherhood or ministry, but the work of healing, of transformation, of confronting strongholds. If we want to walk in freedom, we cannot rely on our own willpower or discipline.
We must rely on the Word. Because it is Truth that breaks the chains.
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