{A Day in My Teenage Life} The Dance
Last Saturday, I went to a semi formal dance held at my school. As our group got there and began to dance, some things became clear to me: My dress was longer than most: but I was perfectly content with my dress, my date, and our distance from one another, I still felt encouraged that I didn’t seem alone in this as there were about a handful of other girls I spotted in the crowd that were dressed modestly too. I was overall happy with my decision to dress and act modestly and as I looked at the handful of others, I couldn’t help but notice that there seemed to be something that made them more beautiful to me. As I thought about it, I realized that it was the light of virtue.
In Webster’s dictionary, virtue is defined as a particular moral excellence. But to me, virtue is more. For me, it’s the voice within my heart that tells me that I don’t need mid thigh dresses to make me attractive. I don’t need to be grinding up against someone to make me wanted. What I do need and want are friends and a date, a boyfriend, a husband, or an everlasting companion that will appreciate the courage it takes me to stand up for what I believe and to never give into the temptation of lowering my standards.
Emmalee~ a voice for virtue
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back when i was in middle school, i was kind of a loner. sure, i had friends, but they were not the best of friends. but i was always seen hanging out with them, wether it was because there was no where else to sit, or because i didnt want to seem like a total outcast. maybe it was a little bit of both. i didnt like hanging out with them. they were talking about inapproppriate things, cussing, gossiping, and all of that other stuff that didnt feel ok with me. but i was too scared to stand up. so i would sit there with my nose in a book, trying not to hear their conversations. after a while, i started getting depressed. i was always sad. but it wasnt because i felt embarassed. quite the opposite, in fact. i was sad for them, that they grew up in that kind of sin. it made me sad to think that they would probably raise their kids in that manner, and they would raise their kids in the same manner, and so on, and so on. looking back, i wish i had said something. i wish that i had stood up for my beliefs. eventually, my mom pulled me out of school because i was depressed.
i didnt say anything becuase i was afraid of how they would react. what if they ignored me, laughed at me, or even worse, laughed at my beliefs, my morals, and my religion? i was the only one in my grade that had such high standards, that i knew of. i had no friends that i could go to, no one who would understand. i felt all alone.
now that i dont have that pressure, i decided to start my own blog. ldsteenadvice.blogspot.com is a blog to show everyone that you arent alone, even if you feel like it. it has helped me get over my problems. maybe it can help you get over yours.
aj,
Thank you so much for sharing! You are not alone in your feelings and most of us, at one time or another, fight feelings of loneliness and struggle with the courage to stand up for our beliefs. It looks like you found your voice, standing up for what you believe, in your blog. So awesome!
I personally have never been to a school dance. As of late our dances are filled with filth, immorality and vulgarity. I try to keep myself away from that as much as possible, to avoid any and all temptation. It is possible to go to our dances and have a good time, but the images that I would see there I think would ruin it.
I do have a similar dress story. In our state, all of the high school seniors have to present their post high school plans to teachers and other outstanding members of the community. On the day set aside to present we are asked to wear business attire, preferably dresses for girls. Before the time came for me to present, my mom and I went dress shopping and found an appropriate and modest dress in the misses department. When that day finally came, I soon found many short skirts and revealing tops or dresses. As I was talking to one of my friends, another girl came up to me and thanked me for wearing a modest dress because every time she saw a skirt, the hemline got shorter and shorter. I cannot speak for the other girls there, but never had I received more comments on my dress than that day. Just proves when compared to immodesty, modest is the hottest
Love it! Thanks for reminding us that others do appreciate modesty.
I am so proud of our young women who keep the standards of our church,they are faced with many temptations in a world full of them,but they resist and they shine through.They are indeed beautiful inside and out.Don’t never change.Keep your standards high and it will keep you close to Heavenly Father and our Saviour Jesus Christ.
It is so encouraging to see others keeping high standards of virtue. They are such a source of strength for others and indeed shine with the light of Christ. Thanks for your thoughts Jane.
My freshman year, I took dance as one of my electives. For our spring recital one of our dances was a broadway tap number. Our teacher pulled out the outfits one day and everyone except me got super excited. The costume was a halter top and short shorts. I was the only LDS kid in my class. I talked to the teacher about it and she said if I didn’t wear the costume, I wouldn’t be able to dance and if I didn’t dance I’d fail the class. I asked her again every week. And every week the answer was the same. Until 3 days before the recital. She pulled me aside after class and asked if I was still opposed to the costume. I explained to her again that it was against my moral standards and I would always be opposed to wearing it. I was given permission to wear the one knee length skirt that matched and have a black cap sleeved tshirt on underneath. She rearranged our entire placement to stick me in the back because I was wearing something different, but I still got to dance, I passed the class, and by the end of our performances I had every other girl in my class saying they wished there had been more skirts that length because it looked better and had to be more comfortable.