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Runner up (again)

Those that know me, know that I LOVE pageants. I love the competition, love to be girly and get dressed up and love to meet other woman from across our state. I started competing in 1995 in the miss teen California pageant only to compete with three hundred other girls. I loved every minute of it! Shortly after I started modeling and fell in love with the industry and all that went with it. I competed again in high school hoping for scholarship money, but after the pageant my life took me a different direction and I was married with a baby at 19. I thought my chances were over and to be Miss America and they were...but, years later I found a new pageant for married woman and the title of Mrs America and it was on. The first year, I had so much fun getting to know the girls and just being myself. It was a great pageant system and I really wanted to just do well. I was just a runner up, but was determined to come back the following year and win! I spent the entire year with coaches and and stylist, making appearances and working towards the pageant. I was like a robot that did what everyone told me to do because they were the experts and I wanted to win and again I was a runner up. Oh yea, I was going back! I worked even harder that year becoming what everyone else wanted me to be and focused on the right answers, stand, look and wasted oh my goodness thousands of dollars. I found out I was pregnant and gave up the pageant a few weeks before. Its not that I couldn't compete rule wise, but I just felt I wasn't my best and didn't want to runner up....I wanted to win and by Mrs America I would have had to leave a newborn a couple of weeks to compete and I could not have been competition ready, not to mention not leaving a newborn at home for a pageant. I did lose that baby but was pregnant before the next pageant again so I sat a few years out. I gained a ton of weight and thought maybe if I signed up the next year then I would have motivation to lose weight and I did 65 pounds to be exact! I did not place that year and it was on again!! I was gonna win...grrr! I flew to California for pics, bought the most expensive wardrobe, paid for coaching (again), bought every beauty product out there and placed in the top ten. I thought Id do another system that was not as competitive only to be a runner up again! Then got divorced and that was the end of my pageant career. I do still judge all over the state and was on several boards and the executive director of a local pageant. I still do model with a local talent agency but here's what I learned through all this:

It was always easier for me to coach and judge pageants because I knew what it took to win, and in my head I won every time doing things so perfect, but when I got on stage I was a disaster. I wanted it so bad and drove myself crazy not to mess up, that I screwed up just focusing not to. I was molded every outfit, hairpiece, makeup, move and word. I worked so hard on becoming who I thought the judges wanted the winner to be, that I forgot to be me and honestly at the time, I don't even know who I was. How can I expect the judges to pick me when they and I don't even know who that person is. Yes, I always scored high in interview because I had all the right answers, but the personality was not real. I was so unhappy with my life that I thought if I won the title it would define me and yet, when it didn't I was devastated that I wasn't good enough and a failure at everything I have ever done. All I wanted was to be somebody and didn't even care who that was just to be acknowledged and important. I wanted to make my dad happy and show him that I accomplished something great and had a title and purpose, I wanted my husband to validate that I was a great wife and mom (which I was not) and be beautiful. I wanted my community to see that I wasn't just a high school dropout, I was someone great. I wanted my grandma to see that I could win a pageant and I wasn't overweight. I wanted my mom to see that I didn't ruin my life with drugs, that I was a somebody. I changed who I was and what I looked like trying to win a title, crown and banner and that's all I cared about and didn't care the cost to get it. Honestly, its the only thing I couldn't have just because I wanted it. I was a diva monster and I tore my marriage apart pretending to be someone I wished I was instead of working on who I was. I am so ashamed of the way I acted and I did meet really great people that I remain friends with today, but on the inside I was tormented by failure and self doubt. I didn't really think I could win, I just hoped so badly that I did. My behavior wasn't fake or harmful intentionally, it was just a lost me. Really, how was I supposed to represent married women and families of Oklahoma when I felt marriage was a joke and kids were holding me back? I was so wrong and had no meaning of what life truly was/is. I maxed out every credit card I had trying to buy the most expensive things hoping I would win....I wasn't kidding anyone. When I judge pageants, I can see right through people and I assume judges saw through me and saw how lost I was. I put my family in major debt multiple times trying to have the best. I took pills anytime I had to go out that gave me energy and made me socialize, very sad but true. I was cold, mean and had a major attitude, but when pageant time came I turned it on and became patty pageant, I wasn't even a real or complete person. I wasn't trying to be cold to the other girls, I just didn't know how to interact with other people. I never let people in and I came across as unapproachable probably only because I was focused so much on what I was going to say, but it couldn't be what I really thought or it wouldn't be pageant appropriate so I had to give pageant answers. I was afraid that nobody would like the real me so I just kept to myself most of the time. Everything about me was fake except my competitiveness (that was very real). I understand that theres a time for everyone, and at this point I'm so glad for the people that did win because they are a great group of women that I have always wanted to be apart of. They call it the "sisterhood" and oh, I craved to be apart of that group with their crown rings and personalized license plates soooooo badly. I wanted to do all the modeling and photo shoots and have appearances where people invited me to. I wanted to strut my stuff at Mrs America....oh I'm reliving this lol and it will always be a dream of mine. I have learned so much about myself, family and life in the last two years that I look back and think what a train wreck I was! Oh yea, I can still pick out a winner and her court from watching don't get me wrong, I spent time becoming a professional pageant person lol, but I can say it doesn't consume me nor mold or define who I am. I finally know what marriage and family is about, who I am and what I stand for and at the end of the day, I am just me and I'm ok with that. I think Ive accomplished some great things in 32 years and look forward to the remainder of my years and what opportunities are ahead of me.

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