I didn’t want to be “off the derech” but neither did I want to be “in the box”
My tichel and tzniyus clothing should have given it away, but it seemed it wasn’t enough. Even before we exchanged greetings, I felt the eyes of my former classmate bore in to the center of my face.
I knew at once what she was checking for, and a wave of smugness coursed through my veins.
She was looking for my nose piercings. But they were no longer there.
It’s Shabbos afternoon, and I’m wearing a floral maxi skirt, elbow length sleeves, and short socks as I head to the park with my friends. We’re joking and laughing, but really I’m mad inside. My clothes are long enough to pass the “tzniyus test,” but all I get are dirty looks from everyone I pass.
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