Leah Schroeder

I want to be one who sees. I want to be able to change when the evidence shows me that change is in order. I want to be able to let go of an entrenched view when the evidence shows me a better perspective. I want to look in the mirror and accept the gray hair and the widening part. I want to put on my glasses and be thankful for the clarity they provide, rather than curse the failing eyesight that led me to buy the glasses in the first place. I am not so good at change, but I want to be better. I am not so good at updating my perspective, but I want to improve.

God forbid you suffer from anorexia and do not look like Lily Collins’ Ellen. It becomes nothing but a reminder that you that you’re not sick enough. That if you really had anorexia you would be skin and bone and thin. I have always been small, so suffering from anorexia was never going to do anything good for my health. But I was never hospitalised. My hair and my nails never fell out. Was I ever really sick enough?

I imagine that the real reason so many of us despise abortion is because it robs us of our cannon fodder. If children are taken away before we’ve had the opportunity to abuse them, disappoint them, and use them as our outhouses, then how in the world could we ever understand what it means to be godly?