The curvy hottie writes for the Jewish Journal:
As the least observant member of my family for most of my life, I don’t think my mom ever expected me to start lighting shabbat candles. But I have recently. At first, I did it because it means a lot to my boyfriend, who also keeps kosher, puts on tefillin every morning and goes to synagogue every Saturday morning. But then I started to check the lighting times on my own, without David having to nudge me. Sometimes I’m worried I’ll forget (it hasn’t become an ingrained habit yet) so I set an alarm to remind myself.
I like lighting the shabbat candles because it makes me feel like a woman. I feel like the spiritual guide of our household though David and I would be in deep trouble if I was to lead us in religious practices. I feel holy. Like in thost 30 seconds when I’m covering my eyes and reciting the prayer I deserve my last name (Kadosh). I feel significant because if I wasn’t there, that apartment on Zelzah Avenue would be without the warm glow of the Sabbath candles.
