What’s Wrong with Leggings and Burkas?

No one told me this could happen, so when it did, I felt utterly alone and embarrassed.

I was fourteen and had finally convinced my extremely controlling father to allow me to attend church with my mother. I know. It sounds ridiculous that any dad would have a problem with his daughter wanting to go to church with her mother. But you never met my dad. He was paranoid and suffocatingly…