JUST KIDDING! Yeah, that was in in Miss Arizona USA pageant. I won't tell you the year but I will give you a hint--my hair should have been much more teased and I should have worn shoulder pads... I've been getting a steady stream of emails asking me to show myself fully. I like making ya'all kind of wonder. Does she have a defect? My only defect is a wicked sense of the macabre. I like being cloaked partially in and out of shots. You get parts but not the sum of me. I do promise that on my birthday in mid September, you will see all of me NOWADAYS. I also will begin to do some videos where I can talk to you face-to-face and drive you insane with my weird antics. What are friends for but to take on adventures and road trips and make you survive it alongside me?
The pageant was a real mess. I did make first runnerup for Miss Photogenic--the black and white shot. I did not place because the night before the actual pageant, I got the Norwalk virus with about 10 other girls. All of us had to leave the hotel or sicken everyone. It was a total bummer. A girl dreams her whole life of Miss USA pageant. I learned a lot about human nature in the process, like how nasty women can truly be in the biz. I knew it from modeling and other pageants, but this one was especially so. I remember one of my fake nails came off and the girls in my room shrugged and said, "we don't have glue, so sorry." So, I went through their bags at night and glued my nail back on.
The pageant director had me gain a bit of weight to "soften" my modeling body because bony wasn't in. I actually like the curves I achieved. I hated the stupid blonde stripes and brown hair they made me have, but you do what you can to obtain that dream (even if their stylists are stupid asses). I'm glad I woke up from the dream. The next year, I didn't enter it. I couldn't stomach the whole process. But, I did many other pageants and some pretty weird modeling gigs from runway to dancing in ski clothes to being a mannequin in a window and swimwear.
So, as you can see in the photos--I am not scarred or hiding some deformity--other than I was one stupid young woman in finding my value in a swimsuit. If they had let me open my mouth and talk to them (other than the ridiculous interview questions), I might have impressed them even more. Thank heavens for the maturation process.
Now, don't say I haven't shown you my face!