A silent man is easily reputed wise. A man who suffers none to see him in the common jostle and undress of life easily gathers round him a mysterious veil of unknown sanctity and men honor him for a saint. The unknown is always wonderful.
Some people are cool with the fact that their bodies bear witness to this great thing they produced their children and I understand that. But on a personal level it makes me feel better that my breasts are not down to my knees when I'm undressed in front of my husband.
Let us touch the dying the poor the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.