" The faith that I had once possessed demanded disintegration. Of course I could use my brain-as long as it led me to the correct, predetermined conclusions about science, biblical interpretation, and public policy. Of course, I could use my heart- as long as it didn't empathize with the wrong people or end up on the wrong side of complex moral dilemmas. Of course I could use my conscience- until it grew troubled by certain teachings and actions of the church. Of course I could use my body- as long as it remained heterosexual, cisgender, attractive but not too attractive, feminine but not too feminine, modest, appropriately clothed, restrained, demure, uncomplicated, and especially sexually dormant until my wedding night, at which point it would magically transform into a sex carnival for my husband. "

― Rachel Held Evans , Wholehearted Faith