Booooobs. Yeah I said it.

This post has been months in the making. And you know what? Those months of pondering haven’t made me feel any more prepared to write this. But here it goes anyway. Because I need to spew this forth somewhere. It’s been in my brain soggying it up for too long.

It has to do with modesty and what it is. It has to do with women’s rights and what those are. It has to do with my inner (or not so inner) feminist. It has to do with church. And it has to do with BOOBS (do you hate that word? Sorry. I hear that a lot of people do. I kind of love it.).

In Which I Reveal My Wickedness

Sometimes being at church makes me cringe.

Not because of the Gospel. I like that part, and the sciptures, and really most churchy things.

But sometimes, someone says something that just makes me feel all sick in my stomach. I know that I do not have the typical political leanings of my religion. I know that I in fact have some controversial opinions for a mormon. But I just don't think Church is the place to comment on politics, like, at all. I really don't like the assumption that all mormons have the same opinion on politics.

I know this potentially will open up a can of worms but...