God wants you to be holy
“I want a purity ring.” Hearing you say these words made me so happy. Being pure is something to be proud of and I’m grateful that you know it. I didn’t know it at your age. I was pure, but my friend sometimes teased me about it. One of my friends joked about the” V” on my forehead, but I didn’t want to be like my friends who went all the way with guys who didn’t seem to care about them. Over the next few years, not all of my decision were perfect, but still I waited. My mom was very open; more than I was comfortable with. I remember visiting her at the bar where she worked one afternoon. She was talking with some customers and said, “I used to have tits, but I gave them to her,” and nodded her head my way. I felt time stop and wanted to crawl into a hole. I was uncomfortable in my changing body and hated when my mom pointed out anything about it. She often joked about sex with her friends and sisters. This made me more self-conscious, private, and never ope