Up until October 2013, I thought I had a good grip on being modest. I mean I didn’t wear anything fashionable, (except for my bikini in the summertime.) I was a baggy and comfy clothes kind of girl. Yet no matter how comfortable I felt in my clothes, never did I once feel comfortable in my body.
I longed for femininity and would often try to change my wardrobe to become “more girly” or “more me”. My mother tried, my aunts tried, my grandmothers tried; each attempt was of no avail. Every failed attempt I would run straight back to my baggy clothes. (Looking back on these attempts I feel horribly sorry for them and apologize if one of you is reading this.) Trouble was, despite how much I loved the clothes they bought for me, I didn’t feel like me. Being in those clothes and looking in the mirror at the tight jeans, and overly colorful (and I’m sure extremely fashionable) tops, I felt like one big Barbie doll, and I hated it.
It took me twenty-one years to figure out the reason I didn’t feel right was that I was trying to accept society’s image of me and not the real image of me, the image that God had formed for me. It wasn’t until my revelation in October that I realized this in the form of three very specific passages.
The first being Psalms 139:13-16 saying “You made my whole being; you formed me in my mother’s body. I praise you because you made me in an amazing and wonderful way. What you have done is wonderful. I know this very well. You saw my bones being formed as I took shape in my mother’s body. When I was put together there, you saw my body as it was formed. All the days you planned for me were written in your book before I was one day old.”
Wow, I mean when I took the time to read this and really think about it I realized how much thought went into every part of my body, every strand of hair, and every freckle. (That’s a lot of thought, considering I’m Irish…) It showed me that this is my body that the Lord made for me and not one other person in history. Every flaw I have, every scar I’ve earned was planned and set by my God before me.
The second passage I read was Luke 16:15 that says “You make yourselves look good in front of people, but God knows what is really in your hearts. What is important to people is hateful in God’s sight.”
This passage made me realize that it wasn’t in the clothing that was going to make me accept myself or the way I felt in my body…
Wait a minute!!! I know what you’re thinking: This whole blog is about fashion right???? So why are you saying clothes aren’t important?!! Trust me, clothes are important!! Let’s not go around nude, no one would appreciate that!! What I’m getting at is that while we can love clothes all we want, they are not the most important subject in life.
…The skinny jeans, the flowery tops, although they were nice they were not going to be what made me love myself the way God does…so what happened?
The last verse: Duteronomy 22:5: “A woman must not wear men’s clothes, and a man must not wear women’s clothes. The Lord God hates anyone who does that.”
It was in this post that I realized although it’s not the clothing that is important to God (wearing skirts or wearing pants) it was in the accepting my own BEAUTIFUL femininity that God molded me in that was the important part. For me, I couldn’t accept this by wearing pants. For me, it was a decision that I made easily. One day I switched to wearing skirts and never looked back. I have been so happy in finding those beautiful moments of femininity that have drawn me closer to God and His sweet and compassionate side.
Now I understand 100% that wearing skirts is not for everyone. And I’m not saying it is. But for me, it has become a wonderful daily reminder of the thought and hard work God put into making me who I am: a woman.
Do you wear skirts every day? Or do you feel skirts are not for you? Leave a comment below!