The Secret Life of This Mormon Wife
I have a confession to make. (Well, several, actually, but this one in particular is specific to my lifelong membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.) I haven't worn garments in a very long time. (For those of you who don't know what that means, garments are religious clothing that active adult members of our church wear under their regular clothing when they have made specific covenants in our temples. They are to be worn at all times, except for activities like swimming. The garment is symbolic in many ways, and is supposed to be an "outward expression of an inward commitment" to Christ.) I started wearing garments in 2009, the day I married my wonderful husband, and I wore them constantly until my third trimester with my now five-year-old daughter. During pregnancy, the extra layer of clothing started to create a bit of claustrophobia in me. For the next two years, back-to-back pregnancies and breastfeeding became my physical focus, and garm