So, my sister was telling my about something that happened in her biology class. Before I say this, keep in mind that my sister is fourteen years old, and doesn't get much attention from guys. She's extremely pretty, but she's also a bit awkward and most flirting attempts end in somewhat frightened/confused boys. Now, on with the story:
"So we were about to start and that new guy came up and put his arm around me. I asked him why his arm was around me, and he's like, 'Because I love you" and I told him to get his arm off of me, and he was just like 'but I love you' and then I dug my nails into his arm and he jerked away and he's all like, what was that for? And I'm like, I told you to get your arm off me! And he's like 'But I love you!'"
Well, I just grinned and I said, "Caroline, don't stop."
And she was like, "But I want to get a boyfriend someday!"
And I told her that any guy who was going to put his arm around her and not take it off was not the kind of guy she wanted for a boyfriend.
Alright, now to the point. What's the big deal? It's not like he was feeling her up or anything. It was just an arm.
Well first off, is it that big a deal that he put his arm around her? No. You're right. It's just an arm. And it's not a big deal that he put it around her. The big deal is, she asked him to stop, and he didn't. He made a joke out of it. Did he really love her? Of course not, they've hardly known each other two weeks. He was just joking.
But he didn't move his arm.
And before you say, "Oh, right, you're a Christian and this godliness/modesty/nun stuff is like, massive for you," this doesn't just apply to Christians. Christian girls aren't the only ones who deserve respect. I don't care about your hemline or you neckline or how tight your clothes are or how high your heels are. Doesn't matter. Your body deserves respect. Want me to prove that it's not just a Christian thing? Fine.
I was reading this book called Thirteen Reasons Why. It's by a guy (male) named Jay Asher. He's not a Christian. It's not a Christian book. It's the a girl giving an audio narrative of all the little things that happened to lead up to her suicide. And one of those things, early on, was this guy. He slapped her butt. And he made it a joke. And I realized something when I was realizing this, because I think we've all been through it before. When he made slapping her butt a joke, then it wasn't a big deal anymore. It was just a butt, her was just teasing. She was being melodramatic for getting mad. Her butt didn't deserve respect. If he wanted to slap it, he could, because it was just a butt. Not a big deal. And that reminded me of something.
That reminded me of my ex-boyfriend slapping my butt about twenty times after I told him not to.
"I don't feel comfortable with you touching me like that."
"Come on, it's just a joke, I wasn't serious."
"I don't feel comfortable having conversations about making out with each other."
"It's not like we're actually doing anything wrong, we're just texting."
"I don't feel comfortable with you talking about my body like that."
"I'm just complimenting you, no need to get touchy."
It didn't even have to be my boyfriend. It's me walking into a restaurant in short shorts and getting whistled at by a waiter, because it's just legs. Not a big deal.
Or that guy who wouldn't stop touching me in karate. It's no big deal. 
It's like my guy friend wrapping a hand around my waist and pretending to flirt. It's no big deal. It's just a joke. He's just teasing. I should be okay with it, because he's just teasing.
OH, WAIT, IT'S MY BODY.
What would happen if you looked that guy who just touched you, I don't care where, who said something, I don't care what, who whistled, and you said, "This is my body, and you should respect it. This is mine, not yours."
I'm not going to say that being ogled over isn't a great confidence booster, because it is. I'm just saying that when you poke your chest out, lay everything out for everyone to see, when you don't respect yourself, no one else will. And where does the joke end?