Thank you for not dressing to reveal yourself to the world.
My boyfriend said this to me yesterday. We were at a local amusement park for the day, and in front of us in line, was a young-ish girl (maybe 16 or 17) wearing a shirt that revealed her entire bra. I was actually rather taken back by how many women and girls were scantily dressed. I saw more bras, cleavage, butt cheeks, and body parts yesterday, than I did my entire high school career.
I was wearing a college t-shirt, jean capris, and sneakers. And even when we were in the water park, my body was covered. While we were in line, with this girl and her boyfriend (who couldn’t keep his hands off her, I might add) in front of us, my boyfriend pulled me close, and whispered that in my ear.
I grinned like a freaking fool.
See, here’s the thing; I dress modestly. I know I have the choice to dress however I want, but I know that what makes me attractive and appealing, isn’t how much skin I reveal. I know my body is attractive to men, simply because I am a woman. I know men are visual creatures, and I know I want to respect men and not put them in awkward or uncomfortable positions. There have been times when I’ve worn a shirt not thinking anything of it, and my brothers or other guys I trust, have told me that the shirt was making them uncomfortable. And guess what? I have incredible respect and appreciation for men that do that, because it makes me aware of the consequences of the clothing I choose to wear.
My boyfriend tells me all the time not only how beautiful how I am, but how smart he thinks I am. He compliments my writing, and engages in my philosophical ideas. He encourages my adventurous spirit and he challenges my relationship with God. He doesn’t make me feel like I need to reveal myself to him, to be worthy of his attention. And, the cool thing is, he acknowledges my modesty. He acknowledges how I dress, and by doing so, he’s showing me how much he cares about me. He knows I could dress however I wanted, but it makes my heart happy to know he appreciates my modesty.
My question to you is this: when did we stop caring about modesty? When did we stop caring about how the other sex reacts to exposed skin? When did we stop respecting each other, and acknowledging that how we dress and what we choose to expose, has an effect on our primal instincts? And, when did we stop imparting the importance of modesty on the younger generations?
Personally, I think modesty is hand in hand with respect. I dress modestly, because I respect and acknowledge the undeniable fact that men are visual beings. I dress modestly because I respect myself, and I don’t need body parts hanging out to feel good about myself, or to think I am attractive.
Also, and this could easily become another post, but to put it plainly – ladies, if you don’t want to be lusted after, put some clothes on. Naked girls tend to end up in Playboy. And, really, guys? Girls are visual too, so if you don’t want to be lusted after, put some clothes on. Naked guys tend to end up in Cosmopolitan.
But I guess, to tie this all up, modesty goes a long way. You don’t need to show off your body to be attractive. Guys (and girls) do appreciate modesty. And there’s something really cool, when people you deeply care about, acknowledge your modesty.
Ciao for now,