When I was a little girl, my mom always wanted me to wear a dress on church every Sunday. I HATED wearing skirts and dresses when I was little. Sometimes it’s a struggle for me, and my Sundays are ruined because I do not like what I am wearing. Now that I am an adult and has a mind of my own, I am very strong about my opinions. My mother starts to hate me for my opinions and the way I choose to live my life or the dress and the clothes I choose to wear. Last Sunday was another argument that didn’t take place for a long time until then:
Mommy: Is that what you are wearing to church? That is not appropriate!
(I was trying on a blue tank top)
Me: I am not yet done so please save your objections.
(The top didn’t look good even with a cover up. So I decided to change. It’s difficult finding the right clothes to wear ESPECIALLY after you had just given birth.)
Mommy: Why do you take so much time on putting clothes on? The Lord does not look on the physical appearance!
Me: So what’s the use of your objections? I guess I’ll wear short pants because the Lord does not look on the outside.
(of course I was being sarcastic)
Mommy: You can go naked!
(and vice versa) Isn’t it ironic? Don’t cha think?
off I went to CitiChurch with black jeans,black bag, black sandals, sleeveless top but decent enough. =p
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