On Modesty

I am a modest person. When I have conversations with people, I don’t like to center them on me but, rather, on other people. I write out my thoughts to share with anyone who is interested in reading about them and I only write something when I feel compelled to, and this means that when I see the same experience, the same event, hear the same words, meet carbon copies of the same type of person repeatedly, my thoughts emerge and re-emerge. I think of writing as a service.

I don’t appreciate being called a ‘naked’ person, as if it were an insult, for wearing a tube top. I don’t see wearing miniskirts, tank tops and shorts as immodest acts. Showing skin isn’t an immodest act. It’s no evil to do so. What’s evil is when people demonize human skin. I’m puzzled as to how showing skin is considered immodest.

Our skin is God-given. I think we should think well of each other’s bodies instead of bashing anyone whose leg skin is showing. Why put so much hatred on skin and flesh? Why do people narrowly insist that skin and flesh scream sex? The human mind is capable of thinking otherwise. With that said, I don’t think people fully respect each other. We don’t embrace each other. It’s clear because skin and flesh are incessantly criticized.

The skin and flesh are precious; they contain out vital organs, our blood, our thoughts and feelings. I think people need to put much more value on skin and flesh instead of insisting that they be covered up. Why turn our bodies into negative entities? They ought to be praised. They shouldn’t be talked down on as if they were somehow immoral. Skin and flesh aren’t immoral; the needless malicious comments inflicted on skin and flesh are immoral. Comments drawing negative attention to human bodies, which are naturally beautiful, are immodest to me because when people loudly criticize others, or lecture them, I feel that such individuals tend to think they know best and by choosing not to keep certain comments to themselves, they commit an immodest act. There are a lot of people who expose skin and flesh and don’t drawn attention to themselves as they don’t talk about their bodies but just go about their days.

I would like to insist in not raising children to think that showing skin is something to be ashamed of and that individuals who do so have low morals. I feel that children need to be raised to respect the human body. Instead of perceiving bodies as walking sex objects, I feel that people need to acknowledge the bodies that we are and accept what we happen to be and to love not only the capabilities of the mind and heart but the bodies that keep both mind and heart intact and functioning.

Without our bodies, how could we be people? Without our skin, how could we be as we know each other to be? I advise people to remember that they are nothing without their skin so they should treat and speak well of their skin. I also advise that children be raised to know the emotions, thoughts and desires of the owners of skin. They should recognize the beauty of skin and respect the human being underneath the skin.

I’m a modest person who loves skin. I love how bodies move. I love the shapes under outfits. I like how many pairs of feet look. I observe hands. I like to take notice of muscles under the skin. I see more and more how fragile and vulnerable the human body is under its skin.

Being up close and personal with skin and noticing parts of the bones protruding under the skin helps people feel humanity in the most intimate way. It’s the best way for people to gain any sensitivity towards a human being.

I strongly suggest that people be taught better about skin and flesh.