What is the hardest thing about being skirts and dresses only? Well, it isn’t the length or bulk of the material; it isn’t the lady-like drape of the fabric; it isn’t the added coverage of one’s figure and amplification of one’s femininity: it’s the ridicule and the loneliness.
In our culture, Christianity has become greatly indistinguishable from mainstream perversion. Christians are not only okay with the perversion of men and women’s roles, they are also okay with what visually symbolizes that perversion: our dress. This should not be. But, when some people rise up against what should not be, by attempting to get back to what should, there is censure, there is scorn, there is coldness. Who stands with them? They are left by themselves to weather the storm without the warmth or comfort of their sister’s company. Alone.
That is the hardness thing.