Now that I’m 30….,

Now That I’m 30…

It’s been a journey, but I finally feel at peace. Four years ago, I told my very religious mom that I was no longer interested in the church. It took time to shake off the guilt and the feeling that not believing meant I didn’t love God or Jesus. But ultimately, it’s not about that—I just don’t agree with the organization.

Lately, with all the TikTok and Instagram posts about the new garment rules, I’ve been reflecting on how strange it all was. Looking back, I can’t believe I sat in a room as a teenager while a grown man asked me about my underwear. And I hate that they call them “garments”—like, let’s be real, it’s just underwear. But using that term makes it sound more sacred and less creepy when, in reality, no adult man should be asking a kid if they’re wearing the right underwear. It’s bizarre, and I can’t believe I ever thought it was normal.

Anyway, just had to get that off my chest.