Just Keep Swimming Swimming: thoughts on swimwear


Here is a little video that I found encouraging, refreshing, and convicting. Thought I’d share it for all you gals who have that same incredible love of Summer and sunshine. Of swimming and watermelon and bonfires. And hatred of swimsuit shopping, wearing, and watching.

This girl is beautiful, tasteful, modest, and classy. I appreciated her view, how she presented it, and all she is doing to encourage modesty.

Check out her website here.

It’s the yearly struggle. Here we are again, April, my body needs a tune up. Nope, I don’t look like a spray-painted, six foot tall, supermodel AGAIN this season. What happened? I was supposed to have totally transformed over the winter… but nope. All I did was get pale. #QueueDiscouragementHere

Thus begins rigid exercise and strict dieting.

(what a strong Godly Christian would do here… insert Respect the fact that I am made unique and beautiful in the Image Of Christ.)

Now it’s May…. time to go shopping. Oh!!! This is the best part!

And I ask myself…. is that actually a size 4? Then the next question… is that honestly considered publicly acceptable?

(More importantly, in the mind of a strong Godly Christian is the question, Is that actually acceptable to God?)

Now…. I’ve finally settled on the swimsuit I feel is most suited to my body, I feel the best in, can tolerate comfort wise, and feel is the most modest option. And June is here. Time to hit the swimming hole, pool, and beach.

Thus begins the battles of humiliation, jealousy, sin, lust, embarrassment, wardrobe malfunctions, tan-lines and all those wonderful aspects of swimwear for men and women. Both of whom are now struggling immensely by now.

And I ask myself….. what’s a strong Godly Christian girl to do?…. or guy.

Lately when I struggle with jealousy my response has been a mental quotation of the verse

Envy rots the bones.”

That has helped me a great deal in that department. It’s kind of a kick in the pants. Snap out of it. Do you want rotten bones? That certainly wont make you more beautiful. Like they all say….. beauty comes from with in.

And as for the rest, trying to remind myself when I’m faltering, stumbling, sinning that:

1.) Is it more important to be the same as everyone else or to esteem my brothers ahead of myself, to be a good witness, to value my body as the temple of the holy Spirit?

2.) Modesty aside, what is trashy what is classy? What would Audrey Hepburn have done?

3.) Am I a respecter of persons?…. or God and his standards.

4.) Do I cherish my own body?

5.) Am I having grace with those who have not come to my convictions?

“Above all these things have charity, which is the bond of perfection.” Col 3:14

I have already failed this summer. In my actions. In my heart. In my mind. Over and over, to be truthful. It was bathing suit weather that inspired this post, actually. BUT DAILY TAKE UP YOUR CROSS AND FOLLOW HIM. GROW.

‘What defines us is how well we rise after we’ve fallen.’

So, this is how I’m growing. What I’m thinking. I decided to share to try to encourage all the other young women battling the ‘itsy bitsy teeny tiny yellow polka dot bikini’ craze in America.

A few images…..

swim suit

from Rey Swimwear
(skirted style)

From Rey Swimwear (Skirted style)

From Rey Swimwear
(Skirted style)


Seafolly Pin Stripe Boy Leg One Piece Swim Suit

Seafolly Pin Stripe Boy Leg One Piece Swim Suit

J Crew One Piece

J Crew One Piece

J Crew One Piece Polka Dot

J Crew One Piece Polka Dot

From FreshModesty

From FreshModesty

HighWaisted two piece with Cardigan  // Pinterest image

HighWaisted two piece with Cardigan // Pinterest image






Retracing My Own Steps: another look at modesty

Hi y’all.

I’ve been thinking lately, about modesty.

I live in a rural community and am blessed to have a support network of strong Christians. Many of whom are not only Godly Christians but strong in reformed beliefs, meaning they take every area of their lives and weigh it against the word of God. They’re always ‘reforming’ They are on meat not milk. Topics such as modesty are entirely common. It’s barely an issue. Woman I know are clothed beautifully and appropriately. It’s not a new concept around me.

I am the only daughter in my family. I basically set my own trends. I love clothes but also hate to be shackled by them. I love fashion and yet I often times feel like streaking around in boots and over-alls with out giving one iota whether or not it’s lady-like. After all, I have work to do. And indeed, I believe there is a time and place for that. I strive for balance. That’s life, always striving for the balance somewhere between the two ditches on either side of the narrow way. However…. somewhere along the way, I found that I really didn’t know what I thought about modesty. I didn’t know what it truly mattered. For the most part, in my mind, modesty had become 85% about attitude, heart-motives, and appropriateness based on occasion and location and very little to do with actual lines in the sand on what is acceptable. Beyond that, it had more or less become a joking matter. An obsession for some… certainly not me. Now, I seldom actually found myself wearing something that I would indeed consider immodest. It was mostly mental. Until one day I did have a wake up call. 

My own little brother was confused about why his sister, his sister that is supposed to be influencing him to be the man he should be and respect women, was wearing what she was. WOW. That was the burn. That was the wake up. The conviction.

Time to retrace my own steps and take another look at modesty. Why had I stopped truly feeling the importance of it for each and every one of us? Why had it stopped being a burden on my heart when every day men our treated with devastating disregard and girls taught to disregard their own dignity, also?

I had grown weary of well doing. I had lost the spark because it had become every day. Something of the past. The old issue. Fallen by the wayside as less important.

Do not grow weary in well doing, friends. We are all called to a higher calling. Every day. Every time we get dressed to go out. It’s not something old school. Something of the past. An old issue of less importance now.

weary in well doing made by renee stokes

                                                                SEEK BEAUTY> LOVELINESS> HONOR> RESPECT> DIGNITY> GRACE

Real style is never right or wrong. It’s a matter of being yourself on purpose. – G Bruce Boyer