I spent my teenage years in rebellious pursuit of an unattainable body. It almost cost me everything.
Covering my hair makes me feel like part of the Orthodox community. But how I cover it makes me feel like an individual.
How can we square conspicuous extravagance with laws of modesty? What about Jewish laws about treating animals humanely?
The first time I really got to know gentiles, I had my guard up. But they embraced me in a way my own community had never done.
When I bought jeans recently, I redefined what ‘tzniut’ means to me as an Orthodox woman