By Ann Burns, Catholic East Texas - When I was a little girl, I was painfully self-conscious of my parents’ (seemingly) staunch modesty standards. I would feel bizarrely out of place when I showed up at the pool, clad in my skirted swimsuit surrounded by tween bikini wearers... When my mom would take me shopping, she’d pick out the nice, long Bermuda shorts. My pants were never tight. My skirts were never short. My swimwear never revealed midriff. In other words, I was the weird kid.