Back in July, I competed in Miss Universe Great Britain. A totally random decision, I didn’t even think I’d get through to be a finalist. But I did get through, and I went to Wales and competed.
When I first thought of entering a pageant, I thought of shows like Toddlers in Tiaras, or the movie Little Miss Sunshine. I remember having this conversation with my director, she listened to what I had to say about my immediate misconceptions (especially as an aspiring journalist.) But, she ended up proving me wrong a few months later. Pageantry wasn’t what I thought at all.
Three days of the strangest, but most fun events I’d ever partaken in. I walked on glass and punched through a wooden board. Attended a charity ball, and danced my heart out. Was interviewed by a panel of judges, and walked on stage in front of hundreds.
While they are called ‘beauty’ pageants, they offer so much more than what meets the eye. Sure, being on stage in a gorgeous evening gown does feel incredible. But raising thousands for women-based charities feels so much better. And that’s what it’s all about, supporting the female cause behind the scenes.
Only last week I saw my friend, Harriotte, who I competed with. We speak at least every week and meet up for coffee dates whenever our schedules allow it. She always asks, “When are you next competing?” I laugh and say maybe in a few years. Or when I have the money to spend on an elaborately embellished gown.
Although it may not be my thing, trying something new is always worthwhile. Who knows, maybe I will go back eventually. If I hadn’t competed, I wouldn’t have started taking my writing seriously. And I wouldn’t know how to walk in heels (which is obviously way more important.)
Although pageantry is completely overshadowed by ‘looking pretty’, all the incredible work fundraising and donating thousands to charity is something to be proud of. That is what made the entire experience so rewarding. As my director would put it, doing my feminist bit in heels!