Date: January 14, 2020 03:45AM
I wore sleeveless dresses and blouses all the time at BYU. My father was in the bishopric and my mother was the RS president, and my grandfather was a GA, and they thought my dresses were fine. We had a family portrait, with the GA, and several of us granddaughters wore sleevless dresses. We were told that because we weren't "endowed" with garments, that we didn't have to wear clothes that would cover up graments. We were allowed to wear swim suits, but the two-piece had to cover the navel--why?
Nothing I ever wore was as nasty and obscene as the swim suits we were forced to wear at the BYU Richards PE building swimming pool. You could clearly see the outline of every goose bump. I've already told the story of how we had to wear these suits at a ward swim party, with both boys and girls. We wore our bras underneath, but we were called out of the pool by the sanitation police, who told us that because of sanitation reasons, no underwear was allowed underneath the swim suits. I made it clear that the directive was no underwear under the suits, so we went into the dressing room, and put on our bras and panties OVER the swim suits. Yes, it was still much more modest than bouncing around naked under material thinner than a wet tee shirt. The same rules applied for the guys, and I had never seen a live naked man before that. We were fine with being kicked out of the party altogether.
I noticed one of the girls in the photos had spaghetti straps, and those were not allowed. I got kicked out of a formal dance, for wearing a beautiful dress that was a hand-me-down from the daughter of a GA, of all people. It was strapless, but had thick netting around the shoulders and neckline, but the chaparones said it qualified as "strapless." The chaparone marched out and stopped me, right in the middle of the dance floor, and humiliated me, in front of everyone. It was my very first date with a popular student-body officer, which made it worse. He was nice, and we and our friends left, and went dancing at a local dance place, and had a better time, because the music was livelier, and we could do some dances that were forbidden at BYU. He and I went steady for 2 years.
Sorry to ramble, but those photos brought back memories!