It’s more of a pro-skirts testimony.
For the most part, I appreciated the Pants! Pants! Pants! discussions of last week. Certainly the original email called for a response and most of them were extremely well done.
The thing is, it seemed to me that as the roar of the crowd rose the charity decreased. Suddenly a contingency of individuals came out of the woodwork to damn women who had chosen to forgo pants.
It was asserted that such women were married to husbands with control issues, they were extremists and/or they were doing a disservice to their fellow women. There were other even more insulting allegations but since they seemed to be coming from a very small minority I don’t think they’re worth repeating.
Do I wear pants? Yes, but rarely. And it’s not because I think pants are evil or because I am married to a man who insists I wear them. Mr. Beguiles couldn’t really care less what I choose to wear. I know which of my outfits he is especially fond of and I like to wear them because he’s my husband and I enjoy catching his eye.
Despite those things, I did decide to jettison most of my pants a couple of years back. And I did discuss this with my husband. And not because he insists on having a say, but because he knows me better than anyone and is a constant source of valuable advice, spiritual and otherwise. He knows that I came from a very liberal background and he knows that there is (or at least was at one time) a tendency in me to go to extremes to counter my upbringing. It was almost as if the pendulum had to swing far right before it could settle back peacefully into the middle. That was a journey that I needed to go on. It was a journey that bore great fruit even though, admittedly, I made statements and held beliefs for a short period of time that I no longer do.
My decision to wear mostly skirts is not one I regret, though who knows? One day I may find myself favoring pants again. As many converts can attest to, there is a time of correction that we must go through, especially if our conversion has been an extreme one. Having come from a background that asserted that men and women were the same, that celebrated androgyny and encouraged women to be more masculine, I needed to surround myself with femininity to counter those habits that had taken root in my youth.
As I stated over at Faith and Family Live: Skirts make me feel womanly and maternal. In their own special way they remind me to be gentle. They also help me dress modestly and they flatter my particular figure. As silly as it sounds, perhaps God recognized that I had certain personality traits that could only be corrected with a good dress.
To be honest, it saddened me a bit when I read the recent comments attributing bad motives to people who wear skirts. Obviously, anyone who says that all women must do this all the time is completely off-base, but those people are few and far between. Most of us who wear mostly skirts are simply walking our own unique paths, and if we talk about it, it’s for the same reason anyone talks about something that’s improved their life — to share with others in case they find it helpful as well.
God bless you all–sisters in pants and skirts alike!