So you’re going to the beach for vacation, or you are taking your kids to the pool, and you need to update the wardrobe, so you look for a swimsuit. Something you might consider decent to wear for your public appearances poolside. But, yikes, it’s still just as bad as ever. You are invited to pay large sums of money for small stretchy pieces of colored fabric. You are then supposed to fold the flesh into these little stretchy things, and, even nuttier, get them wet in full view of family, friends, and strangers. Surely someone has slipped a cog somewhere.
No woman I know of has been forced to be seen in this gear. It seems to be done freely, by choice, not by coercion of any kind. In fact, some women actually enjoy this ritual. I can tell you which ones they are. They are the ones who think they look good in a swimsuit. And some of them actually do. But that doesn’t excuse or explain the exhibitionism.
Then there are the women who show up in modest burmudas with no intention of getting wet, but they are highly indignant at the women who are displaying themselves. Sometimes, more often than not, this indignation is actually poorly disguised envy. Though they may be right about the modesty issue, they may be wrong about their own hearts. They may think they are being moral when if fact they are being moralistic. And, if they thought they looked good in a slippery little swimsuit, you couldn’t stop them with all their own moralistic arguments.
So even though we can heartily amen the biblical principle of modesty, we need to keep an eye on our own lusts. If our disapproval smacks of jealousy, we may be guilty of a more grievous sin than our immodest sisters, especially if it is compounded by gossiping and back-biting about it.