Modest is sexy.
It’s a fact of life.
Unfortunately, people so often are of the opinion that being ‘modest’ means wearing frumpy old-lady clothes. Clothes that are so bad they have never been anywhere near the spectum of ‘fashionable,’ t-shirts that could double as tents, jeans that come up to your ribcage.
That opinion is rather sad, actually, because so often the cutest clothes are the ones that are modest. The ones that speak for themselves and flatter you while still leaving things to the imagination.
Others also think that modesty is restricting, that it’s oppressive and keeps you from fully expressing yourself. I think this opinion is twisted. Our bodies are a gift. Say you had a precious Ming vase, ‘kay? Would you put it in your front yard to bleach in the sun and for every neighborhood child to trap dragonflies in? No — you’d keep it on display in your house, probably in a special case to protect it. Your guests would be honored to view it, to have the opportunity to marvel at its unique beauty.
We are each important. You wouldn’t pawn off your gold watch for a bag of plastic bugs, would you? We are of too much worth to sell ourselves like that. We aren’t cheap — we are priceless. It’s time society recognized that. Instead, we are expected to show off our assets, let everyone know how ‘sexy’ we are, but really, that’s just degrading. Society preaches respect and equality, yet both men and women are looked down on if we show an ounce of it for ourselves and our sacred gifts.
Something about many of the modesty lessons is the reaction of the opposite sex. I hate it. “You’ll help the boys by dressing modestly.” “Don’t tempt the girls by sagging your jeans.” Yeah, it’s important to help and respect those around you, but I think the true reason to dress modestly is for ourselves. We need to show the world that we are confident without showing off, that we respect ourselves enough to keep those sacred parts of us away from the cheap, low-minded bidders prowling around with glittering eyes.
(Quote by Stevie Nicks that I found on Pinterest).
Another subject I’d like to touch on is stereotypes. For instance, my style is basically that of a Japanese rocker. I wear spiked boots, skull-embellished shirts, hip belts and skeleton-cameo necklaces. As weird as it sounds, I almost feel most complete when my nails are painted black. I’m usually in black and have a growing collection of spikes and leather. But I’m always modest. I live in a small town that wasn’t sure what to do with me when I first came, and that really confused me and made me sad. I don’t try to be tempting and I strive to be kind and polite with clean language, but I was still rather labeled as a sort of rebel, an unwanted divergent.
(Reita from the GazettE).
That’s one kind of stereotype. When you see a girl with frills and pink lipstick, don’t label her as shallow and brainless. When you see a girl with false eyelashes even longer than mine, don’t immediately conclude that she’s a tramp. This is something I really struggle with, don’t get me wrong. I’m one of those people that just naturally labels and judges. But as I’ve gone throughout my life, made friends, worked at Subway, I’ve learned to see past the skin. True, you don’t agree with the girl who comes in with her neckline down to her bellybutton. But maybe she’s nice. The young man with the scowl over there might be bullied and doesn’t know how to show that he’s not mean and rude, or maybe his attitude is a protection against those who wish to hurt him further. Maybe the girl dressed as a hippie is beaten at home and the way she copes is by clinging to the ideals of peace.
(Isn’t this picture perfectly adorable?)
This post is as much for me as it is for everyone else. True, there are some folks out there that you instinctively know to stay away from. You aren’t always going to want to be friends with everybody. But we mustn’t forget that beneath the outer layer, there is a child of God, one that is precious in His sight and should also be in ours.
We should also notice our own worth. Don’t beat yourself up over your mistakes — that’s what Christ’s Atonement is for. We live, we fall, we get back up. And we never do it alone. We have the potential to rise above it all — yeah, it’s gonna take a long time to get to that point. But who says we shouldn’t try?
(Sorry, I had to).