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My body is a temple

I have to teach a lesson to all the young women on Wednesday about modesty. I’ve already written about why that’s a tough topic for me. I don’t want anyone to be ashamed of what they are wearing or judge anyone for wearing something else. Brendon and I had a long conversation about how to teach this concept and the possible pitfalls. Modesty really should have nothing to do with men. The actual definition of modesty is decency. It’s a church cultural thing that ties it so closely to the way we dress. But being modest really means being a decent human being and our clothing should reflect that. We should wear clothes that make us and those around us comfortable.

As I fretted over how to teach this we sat down for lunch and asked Kaybree what she had learned at church today. She said she learned her body is a temple. When we asked what that means at first she said to avoid drugs and things that would cause harm to our bodies.

I asked “what about what we put on the outside of our bodies?” And she very confidently said we should wear clothes that cover our bodies because our bodies are special and should be respected—which is why we don’t wear swim suits that show too much skin.

Eisley chimes in that Someone else wears swimsuits that show a lot of skin.

Kaybree responded quickly that even if other people wear clothes that show a lot of their skin we should love them anyways.

Brendon and I sat back and smiled. You girls proved this lesson is not so difficult after all. We dress the way we do to show love and deep respect for the bodies we have been given but we don’t need to judge anyone else for choosing differently. That is it.

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