Being a Rebel
I was r eading the “what to bring” list for my daughters camp this summer. The Christian one. I did not sign her up for this. Her father did. My ex. The Christian. My daughter, the Christian, wanted to go. That’s the only one that was on offer. So I think my daughter, the my daughter... Just wanted to go to a camp. “No spaghetti straps, no bikini’s, no hoop earrings. No dresses or skirts above the knee. No shirts exposing the back. No pants that are formfitting. No leggings as standalone pants." no no no no for female clothing items only. But what message are they sending these girls that their bodies are to be ashamed of. To be hidden. Because what? When growing up in this environment myself, I felt small, sorry and annoyed that I secretly wanted to show my shoulders, my back, my stomach, my breasts…. My body. Without shame. And to take it further, to love it And to claim it as beautiful and sovereign. Not in competition with those of men. No. A standalone. It wasn...