I am twelve, and I have signed a little document that pledges my body to a husband I will apparently meet one day if I pray enough. The sun is made to set on my girlhood. I am reminded that this is my body, broken for Him. That he must take and eat it in remembrance that I saved myself for him. I am 12 and urged not to tempt The Boys with the sight of my body and make it hard for them. I am told that my my body is a hindrance, an obstacle in their journey. As holy as it is, it is a stumbling block that I must keep out of their path.
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