I’m going to continue to wear leggings. I’m wearing leggings as I write this, in fact, and I wore them to Walgreens this morning — didn’t check with my husband, didn’t worry about inciting my fellow customers toward lustful thoughts, didn’t consider the decision a poor example for my daughter.

But that’s my value system. Veronica Partridge has her own value system, and attacking it is reckless and judgmental.

Partridge, a Central Oregon-based Christian blogger, wrote a post in early January vowing to stop wearing leggings in public.

“Is it possible,” she wondered, “that the thin, form-fitting yoga pants or leggings could make a married (or single) man look at a woman in a way he should only look at his wife?”

After talking it over with her husband, who told her, “Yeah, when I walk into a place and there are women wearing yoga pants everywhere, it’s hard to not look,” she swore them off.

Her blog post went viral, garnering more than 100,000 shares on Facebook. “Good Morning America” called. Newspapers in the United Kingdom covered her story, as did Jezebel, People magazine and Huffington Post. Hate mail started pouring in at a rate that inspired Partridge to write a follow-up post last week.

“I have weathered the most hateful comments of my life,” she wrote. “People have called me a countless number of names, some I can’t even repeat. Women have talked about my husband with graphic sexuality asking for favors and soliciting their bodies to him.”

This is lunacy. Surely we can assume our fellow women have brains and hearts. Surely we can assume they’ve put thought and care into their life choices and need neither our approval nor our outrage.

We all draw our own lines. If I’m at a hotel with a pool, I wear a robe or some other clothing over my swimsuit when I walk through the lobby. Am I afraid of causing lustful thoughts in men? I don’t know. I suppose if I dig a few layers down, that’s under there somewhere. Words like “appropriate” and “modesty” pop into my head first and foremost, but is that so far removed from Partridge’s argument against leggings?

Each of us has our own spectrum. We all have the right to land where we’re comfortable on those spectrums, and it’s the opposite of feminist to behave otherwise.

It’s not just leggings. We tie ourselves up in knots about women’s decisions to Botox their faces, tuck their tummies, wax their body parts. How could she? Why does she? Doesn’t she realize how awful (fake/slutty/tawdry) she looks?

Enough. I hope we can find a way to let women make decisions about their bodies without scolding them. I hope we can allow them to openly and proudly talk about those decisions without turning that candor against them. I hope we can learn to treat each other like thoughtful humans who deserve respect and a whole bunch of leeway.

Wear your leggings if you want to. Partridge never suggested you shouldn’t. But save the moral outrage for an actual affront. What one woman decides to put on her body doesn’t count.