Entering a FREAKING beauty contest……..give me a break!
(American Beauty Contest - Five winners will receive a trip to New York City, professional hair and makeup for an official Good Housekeeping photo shoot, a $500 shopping spree from Kohl’s department store and American Beauty makeup and skin-care products.)
Oh how I want to be wisked away. This morning I deleted two “profiles” on internet dating services. How stupid can I get? Please……so, the next best thing…Calgon TAKE ME AWAY (and hope I get a little when I go!)
Here is the 200 word limit essay I wrote to enter the contest. I don’t know that it is needy enough, but I am, at least, beautiful enough:
I turn 30 this March, and until very recently I have been in a panic over the “loss” of my “youth.” I was terrified, because I would no longer be a twenty-something with my entire life before me, but suddenly a thirty-year-old having arrived at my future; I needed more time to catch up to the woman I thought I would be by now. The self of my girlhood dreams never aged beyond twenty-five, yet here I am at thirty. Do I measure up?
I do not look how I thought I would: I was taller and more regal in my girlhood fantasies. Having overcome morbid obesity (and the depression that often accompanies it), though, I am a body image/media literacy lecturer trying desperately to help women realize beauty comes from within.
The woman I was to become could never be bothered with children, yet I am a single mother of amazing twin daughters. My future self—a lawyer—lived in a fabulous home teeming with servants, but I live in a housing project (and I am not a lawyer).
I am graduating from college in June, and although I do not have all the tangible riches I imagined as a child, I have all the wealth in the world in my daughters, and I am in hot pursuit of making my new dreams come true: I want to live in a world in which all women will feel youthful, beautiful, and free no matter what age or size they are.
I am no longer afraid, and, yeah, I measure up.