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The “Purity Ball” I Never Talk About
Here I am, cringing in a repressed Evangelical memory
I was fifteen when I got “married” to Christ. The thought alone brings a sour taste to my mouth.
My church adopted a “True Love Will Wait” course spanning several weeks with topics including the mechanics of sex, where exactly pee comes out of, and our program officiant telling us that on our wedding night she’d like to be a “fly on the wall”.
We wore white. Strolling arm-in-arm with a parent down the aisle of our church, receiving “waiting bands” on our ring finger. We had pictures taken and certificates signed, the latter I found this Summer and immediately threw out.
We even got a group shot of everyone cutting into a giant white “wedding cake”.
It was horrible.
Initially, the “True Love Waits” program didn’t make me want to vomit.
It was a needed space and time for my friends and I to discuss things typically stricken from church…
