After this month of being immersed in the sex industry, it began to get under my skin.
Caked on make-up.
Skin-tight clothing.
High. High. Heels.
Compared to my World Race attire, this was just unnatural.
But then, I saw how the men would look at those women—some with devilish thoughts, others with loneliness and longing. Each man's gaze, however, was more and more distracted with every passing temptation.
I began to rethink my decision of haphazard dressing. I realized that I wanted a guy’s attention.
And then I realized—I used to be one of them.
Caked on make-up.
Skin-tight clothing.
High. High. Heels.
My only reason: to gain a man’s attention.
Which seems like a sensible reason, right? After all, that’s what every other girl does.
But just as every girl wants to be taken care of and guarded, I began to understand it is also
our responsibility to do that for our men.
There have been countless times have I been appalled at the thought of men seeing me as a piece of meat, or have been disgusted at those creepy stares.
(Oh yeah…I used to enable those thoughts by the way I dressed.)
So for that, I’m sorry.
To all the men who have stumbled because of my ignorant desires, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
You have more value than the number of girls you can pick up.
I have more worth than the amount of guys whose attention I can steal.
And all that can be found in the Real Man whose attention I only seek: Jesus Christ.
