Fiction inspired by the comment section of
When Suits Become a Stumbling Block: A Plea to My Brothers in Christ
They told me not to wear yoga pants,
–so I stopped wearing yoga pants.
They told me not to wear shorts,
–so I stopped wearing shorts.
They told me not to display myself in public,
–so I stopped running.
They told me not to show skin,
–so I stopped swimming.
They told me to not cause lust by what I wore
–so I dressed like a prepubescent girl.
And then I was raped by a pedophile.
Wow. Well said, and it’s a pity it had to be said at all, Ellen. Thank you for doing so.
I agree. A pity it has to be said at all. What to & not to wear is a no-win game.
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I think I just threw up in my mouth a little… 🙁
Sorry. I know it’s a jarring piece. The point is that no matter how “immodestly” a woman dresses, she has no control over who might still choose to lust after her.
Don’t apologize!! It was good! And it makes an incredibly valid point. Hubby and I soaked up “I Kissed Dating Goodbye,” and other proponents of modesty doctrine. Having 4 girls changes things. <3