I was in Florida with my very tiny, very confident girlfriend and her family. We were in Daytona. It was spring break. My parents would never know and even if they did, I foolishly thought that their disappointment would be the only possible consequence.
We zoomed down the beach on our rented 4-wheeler, all laughter and windswept hair.
In the distance, very large, muscle-bound men started directing traffic on the beach. They looked official in their shades and there were so many of them. They let a quad pass, and another, and another until finally we pulled up and my heart was hammering.
In an instant they surrounded our huge machine and lifted it off the ground. They taunted and cat-called. The smell of surf and sweat and beer assaulted us. They could have carried us away. The hundreds of people standing just steps away would have let them. Not! one! person! came to our rescue. In a moment of fear and bravery I didn't know I possessed, I punched one of them. It was a pitiful swing, but it caught him off guard enough that he dropped the quad and my friend gunned it.
I don't remember a lot about that week, but I've never forgotten that very undignified moment. In this presentation, Jessica Rey states,
"Modesty isn't about covering up our bodies because they're bad, modesty isn't about hiding ourselves… it's about revealing our dignity."
I'll take dignity please.
|The Evolution of the Swimsuit - Jessica Rey|