Growing up, I always valued modesty . My parents raised me to respect myself, and how I dress is certainly a big part of that. But in my mind, to be covered was something people did for others, especially for men. I’ve often been self-conscious about how people view my appearance, but I have slowly grown to remind myself that my brain and my heart are what they should care about. And part of my inspiration for that came from the most unlikely place—my Muslim friends who wear the hijab. The word “hijab” conjures up different images and feelings for just about any person who hears it. Religion, bold fashion statements, politics, mystery, oppression—a hijab is not simply a headscarf. Part of that is due to lack of exposure. For me, brought up in the Catholic faith in the Midwest, I had very little knowledge or understanding about Islam. I always thought of the hijab as a means to cover up a woman’s beauty and individuality. Learning about Muslims As a Middle E...
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