You don’t have
to scroll very long on social media to come across an article on modesty. They tend
to range from one extreme of “Cover up! It’s all your fault if a man lusts!” to
the other extreme of “Girl power! Wear whatever you want, you’re not
responsible for a man’s thoughts!”.
Personally, I’ve
understood and related to both sides of the argument at various points in my
life.
I remember the
“one piece or T-shirts” rule in youth group when it came to summer camp. I also
remember the insecurity I felt when I was a young newlywed driving past the
Hooters billboards with my husband. And I remember sharing a fitness progress
pic on social media and a church member asking me to take it down because it
wasn’t appropriate for a group leader.
There’s so many opinions,
and I get them all.
But I realized
something recently that gave me a brand new perspective—and it has to do with
tidal waves.
You know what I
mean. That feeling that comes when you’re standing in front of the mirror,
trying to squeeze into your skinny jeans. Or when you’re eating chips and
watching TV and a commercial comes on featuring models who probably haven’t eaten
a chip a day in their life. Or when that lady at church asks when your non-existent
baby is due. Or when your husband didn’t notice your new lingerie.
It hits hard—a
tidal wave of body shame, guilt, regret, and hopelessness. A seemingly
inescapable tsunami of the worst emotions possible, washing over you all at
once, drowning you in depression, anxiety and desperation.
The tidal wave
is bad enough, but the worst part is typically what we do when the wave
recedes. When the deep waters of insecurity and defeat retract, we’re left
standing coated in a lot of grit.
And as women,
there’s a variety of ways to wash it off. Sometimes that means stuffing our
hand back into the bag of chips. Sometimes that means torturing ourselves with
an hour of cardio. Or sometimes it means a shopping spree. When we feel
insecure and less-than, we will try to seek validation in any form within
reach.
We’re wired that
way and we know it. So the best means of offense is to wash ourselves in pure
water. Instead of going to food or the mall as means of washing off the grime,
we must plan ahead of time to go to the Word. To worship music. To godly
friends who will build us up.
Having a plan in
place serves as a guardrail from additional pain. Because with the other
methods, the consequences bring new waves. Like numbers inching up on the scale
or our savings account dwindling into the red or our hearts breaking from
seeking out misplaced affection.
I’ve known this
wisdom, but I often struggle to put it into practice. When my heart aches, I
want to shut it up. Sometimes that means chocolate, sometimes that means extra
hours at the gym, and sometimes that means new shoes. I’ve done it all—and so
have you.
But let’s get
honest. More often than not, it means seeking out male affirmation.
When I was
single, especially post-divorce, this was my go-to. If I could get a
double-take or a wink, I’d be okay again. A little bit of that insecurity would
wash off with every flirty text from a guy friend. The lie of “you’re not
enough” would quiet with every “like” on social media.
Now that I’m re-married,
I see it differently. I see the way my husband makes effort to stay pure by setting
up guardrails so he’s protected emotionally and visually. That means everything
from setting filters on his phone to finding male accountability partners to completely
avoiding popular TV shows. He makes those efforts because it glorifies God, but
also because it honors me, his wife.
When I was
struggling a while back with a particularly fresh tidal wave, I found myself seeking
out that second glance again. I wanted to feel attractive and validated because
of the lies and negative self-image attacking daily. I wanted a reprieve, and
in my pain, I was defaulting to my old methods instead of defaulting to the
Lord.
Until my husband
told me about a morning when he was at the gym and a suggestive woman walked
by. His reaction? He literally closed his eyes (while jogging on a moving
treadmill!) so he wouldn’t do a double take.
It was an “aha”
moment for me, because I’d never considered it from that angle. When I strut
around, looking for affirmation for my wounds, I’m more often than not tempting
a married or committed man. While I’m trying to feel better by gaining a second
glance, I’m creating the exact feeling of insecurity that I’m trying to rid
myself of inside another woman.
Ouch.
My husband works
hard to stay pure. I’d never want another woman to intentionally lead him
astray. What a betrayal against our fellow sisters when we do the same thing!
You might feel
better after posting a sexy selfie on Instagram when you’re rejected or having
a “fat day” and watching those “likes” stack up. But at what cost? What are you
doing to your fellow woman and her marriage/relationship?
Next time you’re
in front of the mirror, debating whether your dress is too short or your
bathing suit too revealing or your neckline too low, don’t get caught up in the
unanswerable questions of deciding if modesty is fully your responsibility or
if a man’s lust is your fault or if girl power rules after all.
Instead, get
specific. Ask yourself if you’d want another woman wearing that in front of your husband or boyfriend. Look for the
motivation of your heart in wearing that particular outfit. Is it to fix an
ache, or are you wearing it because you feel pretty and like the colors? Is it
to look suggestive and get attention, or because it’s comfortable and
flattering?
Face it. Some men will
struggle with lust whether a woman is wearing a string bikini or is fully
covered in a pant-suit. The point isn’t taking responsibility for another
person’s sin—it’s in not creating more sin
within your own.
Because when we
seek affirmation and validation from a source outside of the Lord, it’s empty,
pointless and yes—sinful.
The cultural
modesty debate will continue, and you’ll likely find yourself leaning toward
one side of the fence or the other at different times. Our responsibility as
women is to navigate this as purely as possible within ourselves, and that
means putting our sisters in Christ first. Philippians 2:3 (ESV) “Do nothing from selfish ambition
or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than
yourselves.”
This doesn’t
mean we wear shapeless sweatshirts and never don a bathing suit or post a
selfie on a good hair day. It simply means we frequently self-check our heart,
stick close to the Lord, and learn to hear His whispers of truth and beauty
over the lies of the enemy.