The Object of My Affliction.

Purity Culture one of Infinity

“I was the goalie for my own vagina.” Sarai

In the harrowing days of puberty, evangelical young women and girls were foisted into a shame spiral that kept them tame and readily codependent for…maybe their entire lives. Their every move governed by the grave understanding that it was their job to “not cause your brother to stumble,” they walked about with hunched shoulders, tucked their butts, and generally shut their every desire or bodily sensation DOWN, and fast. They were especially horrified by their own breasticles, as they seemed to cause their “brothers” to stumble despite their best efforts to wear Modest Is Hottest fashion (read: not fashion). 

Join Lindsay, Meg, and Sarai - three cisgendered ladies whose boobs have haunted them their entire post-pubescent lives - as they uncover the real meaning behind the context of that stupid “brothers stumbling” BS, and reckon with the aftermath of blaming oneself for literally everybody else’s problems and working their lifelong butts off to appease and make others feel more comfortable in their presence. 

If you’re a former church kid who grew up when Modest really was Hottest, whether cis, trans, queer, or straight, you’ll recognize these damaging  ideas. Hopefully, as these three boob-havers discuss their experiences with the oppression and abuse grooming inherent in Purity Culture, you might be able to unwind a little bit of your own bosom-or non-bosom related woes. Good news, though: knowing is half the battle, and…half is pretty good progress, tbh.