"If I wasn't respecting my own body, how was he supposed to respect it?"
-Crystalina Evert
I know, I know, I know. Where have I been since my return?
Easy answer: at school. Haha. That week was the week of finals and between my class at school and my online class, I had A LOT of work to do so unfortunately this blog fell to the wayside. Sorryyyyy.
I'm going to try my absolute darndest to write an entry day, but starting next week, I have nannying (every other week but still) from 8-5 and then class from 7-9:30 plus homework plus mass plus chatting with Jesus and His amazing Mother plus family plus friends plus sleep plus food. But yeah. I'll try. But don't be mad at meeee. Haha.
ANYWAY, today I was having a chatsky with a lady friend and we were discussing college life. I made a comment about how most, if not all guys, I have encountered at school are very nice to me. I'm talking "Hey Colleen! How are you doing?", door opening sweetness from guys. Which is totally awesome. But the thing is, these guys don't treat all girls they encounter like they treat me. The same guy that let me hang out in his room during a party and talked to me about how awesome he thought it was that I was up and about only a few months after my transplant, was the same guy that toyed with feelings of a friend, who hit a girl, who hurt many girls and uses them as objects to satisfy his sexual desires.
So what gives? Why do I hear all these things about it, but then the guy I encounter is a gentleman?
A few girls said he was trying to "get into my pants."
But here's why that theory doesn't make sense. Basically everyone who knows me, knows I am a daughter of Christ and I am so thankful for the body He gave me, and I care so deeply for my future husband. Therefore, the only man that will be celebrating our love in the beautiful way God intended will be my husband.
This guy knows (and if he doesn't...where has he been? Like actually) and it'd be fruitless to attempt.
So why then? Why does he treat me so well unlike other girls? Why do other guys who too seem to disrespect girls seem to have room for respect for me? What makes me so different that they alter there attitude and behavior towards me?
Because I respect myself, my body, and my soul.
Now this is not an out for guys to disrespect anyone and you should NEVER hit someone (unless you're St. Nicholas and there is a crazy Arian priest running around telling people that Jesus wasn't fully God and fully man [such a boss {boom Catholicism heyoooo}]), let alone a girl (and the things I am talking about don't relate to her as there is no reason you should ever hit a girl).
This isn't an out, but it should give alarm to how we treat ourselves or look at ourselves. Everyone knows me as someone who dresses modestly, who won't go off and get plastered (and end up doing who knows what), and who won't be going home with a random guy from a party (or even a guy I DO know for that matter). My kisses are saved for someone who has my heart. My soul won't be shared with anyone unworthy. My body is intended for a man who has promised to love me and put God above me with his whole heart, body, and soul.
And that's respect for yourself that you just can't fake. It's respect that shows. Guys (and everyone else) can see that I am not someone you can push around. Be mean to me and I have enough respect for myself to leave. Hurt me, I'm done. Use me, it's over. I have my moments of weakness and I have the periods of time where I do let people step all over me and it's in those times that I realize I am not respecting myself or my body.
By respecting yourself and your body, by not hiding your body, but instead protecting its beautiful mystery, by loving yourself, you are showing others how to respect you, that your body is a marvelous mystery, and how to love you.
It's so sad to me when I see girls running around, half-naked. It's devastating when a girl loses her virginity to "get it over with." But the worst thing to see is a girl, giving into a guy, and being looked at like an object.
I've seen girls bouncing between guys, being passed off to grind or hump (that's really the nicest way I can describe what I mean). Guys just line up. Waiting for their turn. I've pulled girls away. I've pulled their shirts back down for them. I've gotten guys mad at me for doing it. But later, when the girls sober up, they're happy I did. No one wants to be disrespected like that so don't be an object of easy disrespect!
Don't be that girl. Each time a guy tries to get all up in my business (which doesn't happen often thank goodness [because I dress too modestly for guys to think it {do you get where I'm going with this?}]), it's a satisfying feeling saying no. It's sad that it always surprises these guys. I know I am a rebel. An outlier. A new type of college woman. Someone they have never seen before. Someone interesting who respects herself. Someone who is untouched. By the end of college, when everyone starts seriously looking for a spouse, these men will be wanting the girls who respect themselves. Who didn't allow themselves to be used. Who saved themselves for them. Not the girl they were passed one drunken night to dirty dance with.
Respect yourself and I promise you'll respected in return. Be a rebel. Be God's.
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