This story isn’t just about Muslim girls or Islam. Women in what has been dubbed “the modesty movement” have been working hard to find ways to stay active and stay true to their roots. In an industry dominated by spandex and sports-bras, there was little out there designed specifically for women that was lightweight, breathable, and gave proper coverage. For years many women compensated by layering or simply staying home.
For my neighbor the idea of disrobing and having her breast handled by her doctor was too much to handle. Unless she experienced extreme pain, uncontrollable fever, or some other symptom that she couldn’t ease with home remedies, she was reluctant to see a doctor. For the Auntie from my mosque, she grew up in a time and place where respectable young women didn’t roam the streets unnecessarily. Only “westernized” young girls subjected themselves to the gaze of strangers while they “pranced about”. (Her words, not mine.)