The punches kept coming. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to protect my face and my body to no avail. As I began to see stars, the hyperventilation came. I could not breathe properly.
I hit the ground and it was soft and blue. This was only training, and I was getting my tail kicked. Growing up as a little tom-boy, I would have told you that I wanted to be in the military, and later that dream morphed into becoming a police officer. After high school, I got a degree in criminal justice. I later became a police officer after I joined the military.
My dreams were being fulfilled left and right, I did not think I was doing anything wrong. I didn’t think it a big deal for women to be in the military or police force. But shockingly, I did believe that the Bible set forth a precedent showing that it was not good for women to be in combat. I knew it was wrong. In my mind, my job in the military was a “non-combat” job. This was an easy justification. It wasn’t until I was asked, “Is it Biblical for women to be in the police force?” that I began to consider what the Bible taught regarding this subject of male and female roles. My conclusion after actually studying what the Bible taught regarding gender roles is that a woman being a police officer goes against God’s design for the way He made women.
God made women for specific purposes and law enforcement is not one of those purposes. There are many reasons why I came to this conclusion, but I would like to share my top three reasons why I quit my job as a police officer:
1. The police force was destroying my femininity
2. The police force is combat
3. The uniforms police officers wear is cross-dressing
Please understand that this was not a flippant decision. To quit my job, initially, was one of the hardest decisions of my life. It took a year worth of praying, studying the Bible and many, many conversations regarding this topic of study that brought me to my conclusions. I was raised to believe that such women were heroes. My life was being turned upside down.
The difficulty began at the very beginning. It came to my attention that I walked like a man. Yes, someone actually told me this. He said, “Try walking like a lady.” I tried and I couldn’t. I was so embarrassed. I walked with my shoulders swaying back and forth with my legs slightly spread apart. After this shameful and humiliating confrontation, I began to pursue my feminine qualities. This was harder than any physical fitness I ever took. Harder than any workout I had ever done. Harder than the police academy and military basic training combined. And no, I am not exaggerating. I maxed out every physical ability test at the women’s standard and was always extremely close to maxing out the male standard. This was easy. What was difficult? What made me want to quit? Trying to put makeup on for the first time. Trying to curl my hair without burning myself. My life was backward.
However, after coming