Whose Uniform Do You Don?

I'll have to say my biggest temptation as a youth was under this topic: Modesty.  I really struggled with the concept of appropriate clothes.  Because I'm so short, I always felt like wearing long shorts made me look even shorter.  A better line for me proportionally would be somewhere mid-thigh.  I used to tell myself I didn't wear sleeveless shirts because I thought my arms were fat.  (If only my 15 year old self could see my arms now, ha!)  But I said that to myself because really, I thought sleeveless shirts weren't horribly immodest, sleeveless mind you, not spaghetti straps.  Spaghetti straps still speak redneck to me.  I wrestled with what modesty meant, why I had to be modest.  I remember sitting in an interview with our Bishop (leader of our local congregation) and he asked me why it was important to be modest.  I honestly said I had no idea.  I thought he was going to give me a lecture, but he did not.  I am so grateful he didn't because his question stuck with me.  I pondered it, searched, prayed about it.  And this is what I came up with.  Mormons are asked to be modest--ie keep their bodies respectfully covered because of our doctrine helps us understand the importance of our bodies.  Our bodies are sacred, they help in creating life, it is what makes us like God.  Our bodies aren't supposed to be used to get attention.  If you look at the definition of modest from dictionary.com, it says showing its importance, free from ostentation.

I believe the clothes you wear tell you what team you play for, a uniform if you will.  Your feelings about yourself are being broadcast in your choice of dress.  People can identify you by what uniform you wear.  Whose uniform do you don? 


Confession:  When I was cast as Meg in Little Women in high school, I was given a costume that was a little off the shoulder.  I thought I looked cute in it.  Since it was a costume, I had to wear it right?  Well, when I pranced on stage, my mother took one look at me and then took out her sewing machine and stitched in some neck fabric, more appropriate for a Meg costume. Sigh.  But I'm grateful to her for helping me to be modest.