Well I had to delete all my previous journal entries because apparently if you are going to be in a beauty pageant people don't actually want to know what you really think.
That's right.
For just a little while I succumbed to the powers of the dark side. Learning how to put on make-up, walk in the death traps known as heels, and how to place fake boobs in your one piece swimsuit. (Not that I really needed them wink but it was supposed to stop the suit from being see through when the spotlight hit my chest.)
Anyway it was exciting and I really only did it to lose my fear of public speaking. (anyone that really knows me, knows I will literally start shaking in front of people or even just really crowded places.)
HOWEVER. It was sooooo fake! All the girls seemed nice and "Oh I'm just here for the experience!" or "To make friends!" but when the crown was handed to the winner you should have seen the scowls and intense feeling of hatred that spread through the stage!
And the girls that were there competing were kind of... well they're hard to describe.
One incident took place while I was preparing for my interview. We were sitting there outside all lined up and I was having a spaz.
"Are you worried?" One girl asked me.
"Well... yes."
"Don't worry! The judges are nice!"
"Oh no. I'm not worried about the interview! I have sooooo much homework this weekend!"
The look on their faces told me they never once picked up a textbook. I recall sitting behind one girl who was telling her friend how she would be so much "GOODER" than her during the opening dance since she went to the seminar a week earlier. "GOODER!?!?" Seriously? I kept silent as the Grammer Nazi in me shouted out "BETTER!!!"
Then there were the clothes I had to where! The opening number had to be a pink cocktail dress which my mother and grandmother interpreted to mean THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY ON STEROIDS. The evening gown was okay, but the one piece insisted on camping inside my butt cheeks whenever I walked.That issue was trampled by the miracle that is two sided tape!
And now I am back posting journals and starting over!
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