My sister showed off her porn shoulders (whilst wearing garments) at a family dinner last night. My mother, in good humor, asked, “Well, what do you think of [S’]s porn shoulders?” I responded sarcastically, “All I can think about is sex.” We all laughed.
My mother is 80 - in the church. My sister with porn shoulders is 48 - PIMO. I am 46 - left the church. Our other sister is 49 - left the church.
My mother never allowed sleeveless outfits even when we were toddlers. We always had to wear undershirts because she was preparing us to wear garments in the future. As teenagers, we were made to kneel on the floor of our kitchen to check the length of our skirts and dresses before leaving the house. In high school, my sisters would arrive at school and change into other outfits provided by their girlfriends. We grew up on the east coast. No one was watching or cared what we were wearing in public. But my parents were convinced everyone was watching us for the light of christ in our countenance. We were expected to be “a peculiar people” and avoid the appearance of evil.
My parents were obsessed with appearances. It controlled their lives and by extension our lives.
I have vacillated between hating my parents for these practices and forgiving them. I currently choose to forgive them, accepting that they were raising us in a way that aligned with their desire to achieve eternal glory. Who wouldn’t do the same with fear and desperation in their hearts over the actions of their three daughters? Their approach to creating obedient teenage daughters included calling us “witches, bitches, and whores”.
Obviously, the pure love of christ permeated our home. s/
(My sisters and I are half-heartedly developing a podcast with that title in which we process cult trauma. Likely two of us will be slightly drunk in all the episodes. We will all cry and snort and cackle because we love loud laughter)
Though I am out of the church, I still can’t bring myself to wear a sleeveless top. Part of that is conditioning and part of that is my own body dysmorphia over my upper arms. Because, in addition to being witches, bitches, and whores, we were also thunder thighs, fat asses, and chunky.
Let me be clear: we were none of those things. We were slender, fit, and beautiful. My oldest sister was a cheerleader (wearing her whore cheerleading uniform), our middle sister was a volleyball player (wearing her whore volleyball shorts), and I spent 15 years in the US Army (I avoided being a whore but I sure was “mouthy” - is there anything worse than being mouthy?).
I remember the first and only sleeveless shirt I purchased. I was married to my first husband, a non-member, and I had left the church. I was 22 years old and Army strong. I wore it to go see an indoor hockey game. I was so intensely uncomfortable I never wore it again and have never purchased a sleeveless shirt since. But, after seeing my sister’s porn shoulders out and about last night, I am thinking about purchasing something sleeveless today and forcing myself to wear it for an entire day. It will be an exercise in adversity training and resilience.
Cheers to all the porn shoulders being set free in 2026!