Friday, May 2, 2014

Modest is Hottest



Last semester in relief society a well meaning senior sister missionary took it upon herself to remind the class of our duty to keep our lovely lady lumps under control for the benefit of our priesthood brethren. She warned us of the dangerous thoughts young men have and described to us our innocence, ending with, “I know you would never mean to do that to the brethren. You don’t even know that it’s happening, really. You’ve just got to be careful.”
Today I want to tell you about why I feel the need to echo the words of Elder Jeffrey R. Holland on the topic of placing the responsibility for sexual purity of young men on the shoulders of young women. “Seldom have I heard any point made about this subject that makes me want to throw up more than that." (True story. Read, "Of Souls, Symbols and Sacraments" for the full account.)
Let’s remove the language we as LDS people so often use to couch these messages. Make no mistake here, what that sister was saying and what has been echoed for decades upon centuries is that it is a woman’s responsibility to control the sexual nature of men’s thoughts, and that the best way for her to do this is to cover her body. This concept is rampantly perpetuated in our culture and so infuriatingly asinine I am nearly at a loss for where to start with its deconstruction.
First, just briefly, let’s get this out of the way. We need to obliterate the notion that we, the young adults of the church are somehow unaware of the sometimes sexual nature of thoughts of men (and women!). We know where babies come from, and most of us are excited to get some first hand practice at that. This whole, “You’re virtuous because you have never been exposed to dark choices,” idea is not an option for our generation. We’ve been exposed. We’ve all been exposed. We are virtuous because we make an informed decision to choose light. I can make you a list of all the people from my home town who have made extremely poor sexual decisions or died of a drug overdose. This whole Mormon thing I’m doing didn’t happen by accident or because I don’t know of any other way to be.
Second, to say the mere presence of the body of a woman has an overwhelming effect on the thoughts of a man so as to render him powerless, regardless of the woman’s intentions, is to reduce men to the status of primal idiots incapable of the most basic elements of self control. Equally as false and disturbing, this sentiment reduces women to nothing more than a few select, isolated parts of her body and throws blame, guilt and shame at her in a situation far beyond her control and rightly outside her responsibility.
Of all people on earth we ought to know better. A unique doctrine to our faith is that we believe men and women to be gods in embryo. We are dynamic, capable, powerful, intelligent beings bursting with potential for growth and starving for opportunities to do what is good and right. When this damaging rhetoric is taught as truth in an environment where we are hoping to be filled with spiritual sustenance, the effect is a perpetuation of the very behavior the rhetoric is intended to prevent. Clearly, reteaching this lie does not change the behavior, it only puts both men and women in an unhealthy position.

Men may feel justified, even encouraged in allowing the natural man to run rampant since it is described as having such fortitude. If it’s not his responsibility to control his thoughts, it’s not his fault when his physiological responses “take over”. It’s the woman--the woman in all her sumptuous glory must be stopped. And this, my friends, is where religion feeds directly into rape culture.

On the other end of the spectrum we have men who are not hounded day and night by this obsessive need to breed. This may be because they have become mature, balanced, self possessed individuals. Or, far more common than we ever acknowledge, the spectrum of human sexuality is just that: a spectrum. Some men find that the hyper masculine image portrayed in the media resonates with them. Others are not constantly overtaken by this stereotypical behavior championed in music, locker rooms, TV and movies. I have ground-breaking news: some men, even heterosexual, women loving, motorcycle riding, sports playing men just don’t experience life the way it is far too frequently described. When this end of the spectrum encounters such talk of women’s overpowering lustiness they cannot help but wonder if there is something wrong with them. Maybe I should be feeling that way… Women, on the other hand, are hurt in a whole different way by this concept.

To be a woman in the world today is tenuous enough a situation. We have been fed the lies of what makes a woman worth something from the time we could visually interpret a magazine cover in the grocery store check out line. The microscope a woman’s body lives under is monumentally destructive. This cultural albatross is a driving force for eating disorders, self esteem issues, self loathing, embarrassment, shame, anxiety and fear. This is the legacy every woman inherits by default. Now, take this relentless message of, ”How to get your bikini body by last Thursday”, “If you’ve got it flaunt it,” and, “21 ways to make his head spin”, and layer it with the voice of every respectable, authoritative man this girl has ever known, condemning her for even considering not keeping herself under wraps.

To a woman, the world says, “No matter who you are, you are the wrong shape and must conform and expose to be accepted. You will find your worth in direct correlation with your ability to make men want you.” The distorted message being broadcast from church pulpits and classrooms replies, “No matter who you are or what your shape, your body is dangerous to the minds of men and must be concealed. You will find your worth as you protect your priesthood brethren from the inherent and unavoidable lust inducing essence emanating from your body. Wrap it up in fabric. That ought to do the trick. ”

All of this is to say nothing of the fact that the clothing available to young women today falls in one of two categories: 1. Old McDonald had a farm… with three daughters dressed in homemade curtains, or 2. Is this a shirt or a bra? I can’t tell. Any women tasked with what often feels the impossibility of living “in the world but not of it” ultimately resorts to a daily ritual of layer upon layer upon layer--a tank top to make the shirt long enough, another to make the neckline high enough, a shirt for the sleeves, although it’s nearly see through so maybe a cardigan. The sleeves are a little short anyway. Feeling footloose and fancy free? How about a skirt. Why not? Go crazy! But make sure you don’t forget the leggings underneath, just to be safe. 

I can tell you one thing, modest certainly is hottest, and I live in a tropical jungle called Hawaii. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Now, that being said, I may surprise you when I say that I do believe in dressing modestly. I’m an endowed member of the church and have been for years. For reasons described above I find it exceptionally challenging to live up to the standards of modesty that are, indeed, part of the agreement I made in the temple years ago--but I do it. It may not make a difference to you, but the reason I do it makes all the difference to me. It’s simple, beautiful and has absolutely nothing to do with my lady lumps or weather or not I’m causing my brother to stumble. Logic dictates, if my brother is stumbling he should watch where he’s going.

The reason I dress modestly is because I love God. I love God, and I promised Him I would do it. I don’t know exactly why He asked for it. I don’t know why the way a fabric hits my body makes such a difference to Him. And I have no idea how this idea that men’s thoughts are women’s responsibility got started or how it ever got so completely out of control. I do know He expects a lot more than primal idiots and isolated body parts out of us. I do know he views us each as a whole, not as parts or rudimentary urges, and I do know He loves me no matter what it is I choose.

But have made decisions.

I decided to take upon myself a higher standard of living when I made sacred covenants and accepted generous blessings. I decided to stay strong in those covenants when everyone and everything in my life moved in the opposite direction. I decided to come to BYU Hawaii, and I signed the Honor Code. I am a woman of my word. I don’t give up the freedom of expression that comes through fashion, the ease of comfort that could be found in dressing in a single layer, or the joy of sexy underwear willie nillie. Oh no, this is serious business. I dress modestly, and I will continue to dress modestly. I just want to state for the record that it has less than nothing to do with you, your son, your boyfriend, or mine, the bishop, the Prophet, the super attractive waiter or the nerdy boy in my gym class. It’s about my God, my respect for Him and my decision to be a woman who lives in truth.




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Monday, April 14, 2014

The Selfish Lie


In the gospel of Jesus Christ there are two elements constantly at play. One is what Christ taught. The other is how we interpret and put into practice what Christ taught. As an LDS people we have "righteousness" down to a science. It shows up as a lengthy list of appropriate beverages, proper hemlines, ages when things ought to happen (or not happen), how often one shaves his face, what callings a person has served in, and a lengthy list of attributes we endlessly strive to emulate. In the moments where these yard sticks come out, publicly or in private, I can't help but imagine God slapping His palm to His holy forehead and wondering once again, "How can I ever get them to see the forest through the trees?" It's true, Coke isn't really healthy and callings have the potential to refine us into more Christ centered people, but there is a "looking beyond the mark" I would like to address today, and I want to do it through the extensively perpetuated lie of selfishness, and the truth about charity.

Each individual on the earth is not only entitled to, but responsible for working out his or her own health and happiness. It's a stewardship--like a visiting or home teaching calling. That's not a lesson we're taught in Sunday school, but it is an eternal truth. We know the lessons on charity, sacrifice, sanctification, the refiner's fire, selflessness, meekness, humility and pride, but I have never been there for the lesson about how to care for oneself or a mere mention of how incredibly important it is. As we put into practice the aforementioned principles I fear we neglect this key concept of caring for ones self. We cannot have one without the other. The river will run dry, and who do we expect to replenish the river?

When we hop on Hollywood's train wreck and assume a spouse or lover will somehow fill every nook and cranny of our depleted, love starved souls that we've spent years neglecting in an effort to be "selfless", we set ourselves and our relationships up for dramatic and inevitable failure. Ask yourself, "What do I need to feel replenished and ready to serve my neighbor?" If you don't know, how can you expect your partner to contribute in any way? And really, is it his or her responsibility?

No. No it's not.

It's our job to know ourselves-- what we don't like, what builds us up, how we handle stress, what brings us down, and it's our job to make sure we get plenty of what we need. Without this grounding we are ill tuned and unbalanced instruments in the hands of God. If you are lucky enough to have a loving, devoted partner who is a perfect yin to your yang, the stars have aligned and you have special help on your journey to self discovery, but you will always be the captain of this ship.

But what about God? God will replenish me for my faithful devotion, right?

This is true, but in order to fully realize this blessing we need to understand the character of God. I believe in a God of miracles. He parted the red sea, forgave sins, raised the dead, overcame physical and spiritual death and created the platypus--all of which is nothing compared to the way He can heal a broken heart. God can do all things, but He has His methods, and they are typically to work through logical, natural means. This means the blessings He sends us are more likely to be things like finding an extra hour to nap in a day that was so jam packed we never would have thought it would be possible to get in that greatly needed rest, and less like making a day 25 hours long for our resting pleasure. There's a story of a man in a flood. He climbs on the roof of a house and prays to be rescued. As the water rises first a man on a raft stops by, then a man in a boat, then a helicopter. All three tell him to climb aboard, but the man's answer? "It's okay. God will save me. You go ahead."

God will replenish you, if you will take the nap, the extended hand, the priesthood blessing, the art class, the vacation, the new dress, the opportunity to further your career so you can have a fulfilling job, or the opportunity to say, "No, I just can't help you with that right now."

To be selfish is to act in ones own best interest with no regard or concern for the wellbeing of others. It is a focus on self that extends beyond coming to understand oneself and comes at the cost of compassion. It's when your seven year old self eats two ice cream sundaes in front of your little sister because you can, and you know she will hate it, even though the second ice cream sundae is guaranteed to make you sick.

To be selfless is to recognize that there are times when it is appropriate or necessary for your needs to come second, and that that's okay. (*Notice this does not say"become non-existent".) It's when a new parent is exhausted beyond comprehension but still gets out of bed to hold the crying baby.

And now, for the truth about charity. Moroni 7 teaches us that charity is, "the pure love of Christ." But what does that mean? I've been pondering that lately and this is what I've settled on. Charity is when you see people the way God and Christ see them. Because you see the good in them, the kindness and service that naturally follows is a simple byproduct. It's not a forced, mechanized action performed inauthentically in order to check it off the "how to get righteous" list. It's love. Real true, honest to goodness love, and when it comes from that place, it's nowhere near as draining. The thing to remember, the thing we somehow always manage to forget is that God wants us to experience that love too, and He's counting on us to show that love--to others, yes, but perhaps most importantly to ourselves.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

You're Going To Be A Mother



Hey, remember that young women's lesson that started off like this?

"Now girls, every one of us is a daughter of God who has unique needs, wants and desires. Those are God given and you have every right to find your place in this world, to make your life what you want it to be. One day you may choose to be a mother. If this is the path you choose to walk the day will come when you will begin a sacred life of renunciation where your needs will never come first again. You will devote your time, your life, your love and your heart to your children. It's rewarding beyond anything you can comprehend, but incredibly challenging, so make sure you get your head on straight before you get there. Learn what you need to be balanced, to be healthy, to be strong and stable. Learn how to love deeply and to forgive in sincerity. Live a full life. Chase your dreams, get your education, travel, take chances, make mistakes and learn from them. That way, if you have those babies, when their lives become even more challenging and complex than the life you live now, you will have the answers rooted deep in your soul and be able to share with them. A mother is a teacher. Go out and learn. Live fully so you can enrich the lives of those God brings into your world."

Remember that? Yeah, me neither.

Maybe we can do something about that. 

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Let's talk about sex, baby.


When I was on my mission I was at a district meeting where our Zone Leader was setting up a role-play for us to practice our missionarying skills. The Elder started off by saying, "Sister Frowfrow, you will be a nun and your daughter..." at which point I confusedly blurted out, "What do you mean, daughter? Nuns don't have sex."

My simple declaration of an obvious snafu in his proposed scenario was met with one muted chuckle (from my companion) and four sets of nineteen year old diverted eyes. After the ensuing five second awkward silence the Zone Leader proffered, "Way to be bold Sister Frowfrow."

Mormons are uncomfortable talking about sex, which is terribly ironic for three reasons:
1. We have a lot of it. We have notoriously large families, and I certainly hope by now that we all know where babies come from.
2. We have the most specific, direct mandate that shapes what is and is not appropriate for our sexual behavior of any group I'm personally aware of. If we don't adhere to this code of conduct there are ramifications, immediate and eternal.
3. We are, in our own way, a very sex-positive people. We have our lessons on abstinence and fidelity, but the core is always that we save that experience for our partner because it is so special, wonderful, beautiful and bonding. Still, despite these seemingly obvious facts we somehow find ourselves listening to, or perhaps even repeating the mantra, "Sex is uncontrollable, sex is scary, sex will destroy you, sex is stronger than you ever could be. Avoid it at all costs, then give it to someone you love."

Today I want to suggest that there is a better way, and that there are several issues that arise from this kind of rhetoric. Take for example, this one:

It's an ugly, uncomfortable byproduct of the culture we share that boys and girls, men and women are getting married because they don't want to, "mess up." We're taught that sex is such in incredibly overwhelming force to be reckoned that we we may as well dive headfirst into an unknown eternity to avoid it overtaking us. I had a particularly sexually curious friend who was actually counseled by her bishop that she should, "Just go ahead and get married," when she wasn't even dating anyone--the theory being it was better for her to marry the next Peter Priesthood that came her way than make the colossal mistake of sleeping with the wrong guy. Please tell me you see the irony in this--the terrifying, disturbing, damning irony. And PS, the "next Peter Priesthood" she did in fact marry reportedly now, 5+ years later, has a porn habit and a tough time holding down a job.

This point in the post seems like the right time for me to declare that I agree with the following statement from Elder Holland as it applies to believing members of our faith who take the opportunity to knowingly investigate forbidden paths. "We declare that one who uses the God-given body of another without divine sanction abuses the very soul of that individual...In exploiting the body of another--which means exploiting his or her soul--one desecrates the Atonement of Jesus Christ, which saved that soul and which makes possible the gift of eternal life...Please never say, 'Who does it hurt? Why not a little freedom? I can transgress now and repent later.' Please don't be so foolish and so cruel. You cannot with impunity crucify Christ afresh." (Personal Purity, Jeffrey R. Holland, October General Conference, 1998.)

Are you freaked out? Because I was. No one wants that, and it was partially in order to avoid such a graphic, heinous act as to, "crucify Christ afresh", but also to satisfy a curiosity that had swelled to life impeding magnitude that I married. He drove a VW van, was a returned missionary, grew a substantial man sized beard and said things like, "You are the apple of my eye and the reason some people think I'm asthmatic." That was good enough for me. Besides, when he kissed me I was transported to a world I had never known where all the broken bits of my past were bathed in a golden/pinkish light where their sharp edges only made them shimmer. As far as I was concerned, God could work out the details. (*For a full account on how that hasty decision has impacted my life, check out my other blog, Devout Yet Divorced Mormons.)

But there are some details God doesn't work out for us--some He wants us to work out for ourselves. A healthy relationship with sex, I contest, is one of those things. To me, it all begins with one key shift:

Abandon the fear.

By preaching that women need to guard their carnal treasure and men need to avert their eyes we are instilling within our children/peers/students/friends that this natural, God given desire to build intimacy with another human being, to be loving, kind, curious, open, vulnerable, and to have all that culminate in a sexual expression of love is something fearful. We are promoting the idea that sex--down and dirty, instant gratification, Satan's version of sex is stronger than God's version of marital sexual intimacy. In instructing our children to beware! Guard themselves! Look away! We are adding fear and shame to Satan's list of tools to taint the most sacred, holy, enjoyable, bonding experience known to man.

I get why it's used so often. Fear is powerful, and it works... except for when it doesn't. Depending on a few key factors, like how aggressively the fear card is played by an authority figure, how curious or forthright the child is and how much opportunity is given, fear may or may not work as a means of controlling the behavior of acting in sexual deviance... but we're forgetting something. The whole point of life is for us to become something new, right? The Plan of Salvation is for us to grow and learn and change into better creatures so that one day we can abide a celestial glory-- not for us to be so afraid of punishment that we simply don't commit an act. It's about changing our thoughts, our hearts, our desires, and the way we do or don't do something. If we want the Spirit to work with us, we've got to stop lying about sex. We've got to teach our children this:

At various times of your life, or even the month, week or day, you will want to have sex. The desire will be strong, because it's spiritual, physical and biological. Having sex and all the things that lead up to sex will release chemicals in your body and brain that are scientifically proven to be as powerful as narcotics. Know that this is a part of you--a good, healthy part of you, but know also that you are stronger than your desire to procreate. It cannot overtake you, break you, or make you into something beneath who you really are without you allowing it to. It only gets that kind of play in Nicolas Sparks movies and Satan's game plan (which, by the way, are remarkably similar when you really think about it).

At any given moment in your life, you are the master of your destiny. You can and will make choices. When the time, or more likely times come for you to decide, Will I have sex today? I want you to remember this: you are the only one who can make that decision. You are the only one who will. It's not the media's fault or the responsibility of the boy/girl you are with. It's not your parent's fault for saying too much or too little. It's not something that just happens and it's not something that has no consequence. Look in your soul and identify how you really feel about what it means to have sex, how and when you want that to happen, and know that you are absolutely in control of whether you live up to that standard or not. If you have a weakness, fortify yourself. Set up appropriate safety nets and boundaries to keep yourself on the path you want to be on. Pray for help and surround yourself with good things, but never give in to the damning suggestion that you are a victim to your own body or that a suitable substitute for self control is prematurely diving into an eternally binding commitment with ramifications far beyond the reality you can presently comprehend.

Go for a jog, take up a hobby, reach out to someone in service, read a good book, fill your mind with the endless curiosities of the gorgeous world around you, learn something new, push yourself in another direction until you achieve things you didn't think were possible. There is more to life. There is more to love. There is more to be experienced while you wait for the right time and place to healthily enjoy sex.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Asserting yourself with priesthood leaders, appropriately.



One of the ways I know God loves me is because He sent me a seminary teacher we'll call Tevye. (Think Fiddler on the Roof). I would come around as my 17 year old self, bent out of shape with a thousand questions birthed in discoveries I'd made regarding the more challenging subjects in our cannon and history. I was only half interested in the answer. Because he knew that, and because he was and is a good teacher, our conversations would go kind of like this:

Me: Hey! Tevye! Why do we discriminate against gay people and when will my mom ever start respecting me and why do only men hold the priesthood?

Tevye: We don't, when you grow up, and because God said so.

I hated those answers and would do everything I could to get another response out of him, but in his wisdom he ultimately refused to teach me anything I was not ready for. Eventually there came a time in my life where I was ready to accept point number three: because God said so. This is a crucial point of development in any thinking Mormon's life, but today I want to take the opportunity to address this double edged sword of an answer.

Our church is a top down, patriarchal order church with God at the helm and men in nearly all positions of public authority. This is our religion. Why did God make it this way? I'm not any more certain now than I was in Tevye's classroom, but I know He did. This structure can be intimidating for a lot of us. The church is full of and run by people striving to reconcile ourselves to God's will and doctrine. Throughout this divinely instituted process those in any form of leadership inevitably throw in various elements of personal opinion. Every now and then we get someone in authority that makes it easy to mistake this doctrinal truth of a patriarchal order for a gag order on individuality. What we, the average LDS citizens of the kingdom sometimes forget is that this church is also demarcated from other churches in part by the miracle that is personal revelation through the Gift of the Holy Ghost. God gives us this sacred gift at baptism because He knows that, in the words of Elder Holland, "...imperfect people are all God has ever had to work with. How frustrating that must be for Him." (General Conference, April 2013)

When I find myself retrogressing to my 17 year old days of caring more about getting worked up than getting resolution I find it refreshing to take a beat and consider that God is aware. He knows about that Stake President that thought he was being super helpful when he suggested that you lose weight to get married, about the Bishop that always made you feel really uncomfortable-- you didn't know why, and the young women's leader who taught you that if you're skirt was too tight you were responsible for that deacon's impure thoughts. Because He knows so intimately (think Gethsemane here) the frailties of human beings, He gave us the checks and balances of common sense and the Gift of His Spirit. He expects us to use all three in our quest to become like Him.

Continuing with this line of logic I want to illuminate a concept that will help us, the doctrinally enamored yet sometimes religiously frustrated, to maintain our stronghold on the iron rod. That concept is this:

There are appropriate and even crucial times to speak your peace. 

Because it was brought up several times in the discussion that followed "A Letter to Singles Ward Bishops" I'm going to use the aforementioned weight/age comment as launching pads for this revolutionary concept, though its application is broad indeed. Here's the scenario:

You are in a private interview with your Stake President and currently doing your best to evade the title coined by the late, great Brigham Young, "menace to society". Just in case that alone doesn't feel uncomfortable enough, imagine that after he finishes asking you intensely personal questions regarding your worthiness in what often seems to me to be a shockingly casual manner, this man then sets down the manual and takes it upon himself to start grilling you about your personal appearance, your weight and your age. Cresting the vista of the entirety of your vulnerable soul in an environment seemingly inescapable for you, he decides to kindly solve all your problems by suggesting that a few less M&Ms and a fresh haircut could lead you straight into matrimonial bliss.

What is your reaction?

I don't know that I've ever had it quite this bad, but in similar situations I go through stages.
1. Awkwardly smile and laugh, wondering if this can really be what he intends to communicate.
2. Assume positive intent and therefore readily accept whatever he says without full consideration-- he means well.
3. Work my way out of the conversation and the office.
4. Go home and chew it over, decide I really was right to feel upset by the situation, then rant to a friend about it.

Might I suggest we forego that whole process and snap out of this weird enchanted spell of deference we sometimes find ourselves in and try this:

1. Preparation is key. As a Latter Day Saint today we need to know our religion. There are so many reasons this is the case, but in this particular hypothetical, knowing our religion allows us to discern between doctrine and personal opinion. When is it appropriate to accept, "Because God said so," as a valid conclusion to the discussion? In addition to doctrinal preparation, we need to enter situations like these full of the Spirit of God. He will let you know what's going on. When everything seems weird and you can't put your finger on it and you want to do something, but you don't know what it is, God offers clarity. He will help you discern when well meaning disciples make plain their human frailty. Listen-- to the leader, to your soul, and to God. He'll help you label what it is that's happening.

2. Practice healthy communication. This is something I have been taught from the womb, but it took me years to realize that these skills are useful and appropriate when working with Priesthood (or other) leaders. There's a formula. It goes like this. "When you____, I feel _____." In this particular hypothetical you might say, "When you tell me that losing weight will help me find a husband I feel misunderstood, undervalued, and insulted." You can also try, "I appreciate your concern, but I have to respectfully disagree." Then you can assert your position. "I feel the issue of my singleness is complex, deeply personal and tangental to my weight at best. I feel hurt that you would insinuate that only fit women or men deserve love." Or, "I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing. I understand that you are trying to help me, but I need you to know that you are causing a lot more damage than good."

3. The third part hearkens back to the chocolate cake example from "A Letter to Singles Ward Bishops". Remember? What you do is important, but how you do it is crucial. In this case there are a couple keys. For maximum return on your investment, be calm, collected and respectful. This is where a lot of issues arise. We get too accustomed to biting our tongues that when we finally stop it seems to come in a blind rage as we're walking out the door. The idea here is to speak up early and often. The second key element to the delivery of your message is to stand your ground. This does not mean to be aggressive, or passive aggressive for that matter. It means that when you finish your,"When you____ I feel____" statement there's going to be that super awkward feeling in the air, because, let's face it, this isn't the way things typically go down for those who feel comfortable making pointed comments or evaluating personal worth by assessing a person's weight. When you come face to face with the silence, the cocked eyebrow, the flabbergasted look or whatever spastic way the person in authority may respond, do not under any circumstances renege. You are absolutely entitled to speak your peace. This leader will choose to do whatever he does with it, but do not give in to the fight or flight response. Calmly inhabit your space in life, right there in his office chair and let him chew it over. Don't make a joke of your feelings, don't let him tell you, "Oh, lighten up". You feel how you feel for a reason, and in this hypothetical the reason is because you've just been unwittingly insulted on a deeply personal level. The uncomfortableness that ensues is not because of you, it's because of the way you have been treated.

This is hard and uncomfortable and you're totally going to be bucking the system when you first start out, but want to know the awesome thing? The first time is the hardest time. Once you've stood up for yourself in this way you are instantaneously transformed into a person less likely to be treated poorly the next time. You are giving a voice to the hundreds or thousands of members who have felt the way you feel in a similar moment. People walk away from the unspeakably valuable gift of Christ's gospel every day because we don't know how to be who we are and be Mormon. When you speak your truth you're taking one more step towards closing that gap, and that's a beautiful thing.

So take courage. Study out how you really feel about Christ's doctrines. Inscribe them on your heart so they're ready in those moments of need. Study up, particularly on how much God loves you and What Christ is willing to go through for you to be treated well, to be safe, to be happy, to be free. Then, speak  your Truth with courage and conviction, because the Spirit testifies of Truth.