When I used to go to Church one day I was in the pator's study talking to the pastor and the assistant pastor. I was wearing a jumper with a halter top and a jacket over it. Well I was standing there in front of these men not realizing that the string which held the top of the jumper up had come unloose and one of my breast was visible. One of them said something and I quickly pulled the jacket closed and left the office in morbid embarrassment.I went out into the fellowship hall. The assistant pastor came in hollering at me as if I had done it on purpose talking abotj "I don't want to see that." I burst into tears more hurt by his caustic words but he kept on like the softer the bread the harder the butter. In truth I have an Afrocentric view of the breast and am not naturally self conscious about them but I was trained and programmed to think of them as something I should be embarrassed about. I have never understood why these people hate the body , especially the female body , so much. They say the believe God created the body and said it was very good but when confronted with what God said is very good they say "Eeeewww felthy, nasty, disgusting, dirty. get it out of my face." How can you honour the Creator by dishonouring the creation?