To be a woman and to wish to be pious, holy, or set apart in some religious manner is an effort. Your very being draws you into the more ecstatic and indulgent aspects of existence.
The curves of your body, be they large or diminutive, draw eyes toward you in ways you didn't invite but have no power to reject. Your entire physical being represents the volatile, the primal, the seat of life and the one thing man cannot control. The attempt to be a woman who is holy is ultimately an act of disembodiment.