by Sally B.

Christian Cleavage

Sorry to inform you, but this *is* in fact about boobs.

“Nowhere In The Bible does it say that a tiny bit of cleavage is sinful!”

“If you don’t like it, then don’t look!”

“I’m dressed this way for Hubby! That’s Biblical, isn’t it? Loving him more than myself and all, ha ha!”

Um, this is not to say that men are horn-dogs or all men are pervy or anything like that. There are billions of dudes awesome enough to keep it in their trousers, we know.

This is ALSO NOT to suggest that women who show even a fragment of clavicle even are wenches.

BUT.

Two things:

What is the NEED for it? Like, will you DIE if it stops just short of the shadow? Will that dress or V-neck REALLY look SO horrible on such a stunner as you if a HAIR’S-BREADTH of flesh be covered up? I need some logical reasons why cleavage IN PUBLIC is even a thing (beach notwithstanding, coz, like, beach, PLEASE.).

Just because some men and women COULD be tempted doesn’t mean that you have the responsibility to cover it up (aka why should YOU suffer when it THEY nasty mind that’s the prob, yo), I gotchu. I do, really. I KNOW you’re not trying to be unBibleness and it’s not necessarily anti-Bible to wear “stuff like dat.” BUT… if you love Jesus–WHO IS GOD AKA HE MADE THEM CURVES IN THE FIRST PLACE–then, like, you necessarily LOVE HIS CHURCH and DO WANT people to love Him…and LIVE HIM. Many of us struggle with naughty thoughts–that we seek or that the demonic hellish losers try to tempt us with. If you want me to STAY PURE and FINISH MY RACE WELL (instead of fast-forwarding to figments of…finishing, or at least fixing your friend in a funk of frustration and not-at-all-fabulousness), then why add more fuel to the fire that I’m already struggling with? Sure, it’s not your fault, and YEAH, there is, in fact, a slippery slope of “Where does one draw the line, then?” aka “Ok, I’ll cover my chest, but what if someone digs my ankles? And wrists? And ear-lobes? And eyes? And–”

So the point isn’t that it’s my RESPONSIBILITY to guard the passions of others; but I DO have to wonder if it’s very LOVING of one to KNOWINGLY put out there for display something that “many” men “don’t mind” looking at–and which some women like looking at A TON. (Some of them of course struggle against this–not just because it’s out of place in most cases, aka “it’s not-unBiblical for a man to feel that and respond with his wife,” but because it’s ALWAYS out of place with other women, aka “the attraction isn’t a sin but acting on it–whether the other chick is a stranger or my ‘wife’ –is ALWAYS against Bible.

Did you hear what I said? You might ACTUALLY be harming YOUR CHICK FRIENDS (even married, even “straight”) BY FLASHING YOUR GIRLS, girls!

I mean flashing as in cleavage, not flashing as in–akh.

Look, the point is this: in all sorts of African tribes (not just back when I visited and my missionary Grands visited but even some now) there be all sorts of boobage spilling, some full-frontal and complete. (As in some chicks be walking around with a loincloth-miniskirt thingamajig and that’s IT.)

BUT.

(No, hopefully they butt ain’t out, too. Lol.)

BUT… (lol now I can’t stop giggling like an idiot, hah… am I a 13-years old boy?? Hehe. Maybe… xD

So they can walk around AND IT’S NOT ONE WHIT OR BIT TITILLATING?

HOW??

It’s the absence of one thing–the spirit of seduction.

In USA and other places (generally individualist countries), it appears (to me) that those women who show cleavage are doing so with either ANGER, aka “YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME, YOU WOMAN-HATING PLANTATION-OWNERS!” or else DESPERATION, aka “PLEASE LOOK AT ME! I really AM SEXY and NOT mousey or drab librarian monster soccer mom, LOOK AT ME AND THINK I’M PRETTY, TOO!”

When I see newscaster or judge or real-estate agent showing skin, I have to wonder if they’re trying to get looks or sex their way into a sale or promotion, aka if they’re that competent in their field. If they were competent and confident in that competence, would they NEED the extra padding to their ego?

I respect a woman in modest uniform–cop, physician, NASA, waitress, anything–and trust her words and skill…MUCH more than I would believe or respect a woman who feels the need to show chest.

“But, um, isn’t the chest Given By God for children?”

Sure, but not all of us have babies yet (or ever will). But even if I did have a child and these had function other than decoration (and giving me yet one more thing to have to buy, lol), do I need to flash rack of lamb to prove or celebrate or get props even for being a great mama? NO!

People living in “Western” countries suffer from an innate (but not hopeless!) LACK OF SELF-ESTEEM. This is due to the individualist symptom that makes kiddies feel unconnected even from family, and which often results in dysfunctional, unfulfilling, even abuse-or-trauma-containing “family” that makes someone feel as though:

“FAMILY = BAD” and “FRIENDS = GOOD… as long as they agree with what I say and let me get away with what I want to do. (But once they call me on my trash, they’re out.).”

So the Westerners, poor guys, they seek affirmation from “how many friends do I have?” and “oh, someone wants to marry me!” and “wow, I’m so rich!” and “check out this PRADA, y’all!”

aka “I’m not enough, but if I get money and stuff, people will have no choice but to stick around, which is OBVi PROOF that I am *AWESOME*!!”

Not.

That’s a huge prob and a huge article for another time.

But just know this, Woman Who Loves Jesus and Feels As Though Cleavage Is Fine And Doesn’t Hurt aNything:

Your value is NOT in your rack or in your job or in your marital status. You are NOT more awesome if have children and a man and biz and DD bra and pretty insta-life on “The Gram” (I hate that word lol).

And to sisters unmarried now (or forever), brother who can’t find a date or keep a mate, any and all humans, whether CEO or felt like loser since Day 1:

YOUR VALUE IS IN WHO MADE YOU.

He MADE you for a REASON, With a PURPOSE, His DIVINE CALLING.

You are NOT awesome from what you do, but in WHO you are…In HIM.

Or, more succinctly, your SOLE value is In WHOSE you are!

❤

(Oops, the heart looked like boobs. Sorry! Hehe.)