Teenagers & TiarasEdit
If you were to ask me last week if I ever thought I’d be a contestant in the Miss Cinnamon Cider Beauty Pageant, I would have said, “yeah freaking right! No way would you ever find me taking part in such an archaic and demeaning display of misogyny.” But then I had a change of heart, or rather, a change of Hart, thanks to Dr. Hart. Perhaps I had been unfairly judgmental about the pageant. Maybe the Miss Cinnamon Cider Beauty Pageant was actually a good place for a teenage girl to express her true self. I mean, let’s be honest. Where else am I going to be able to showcase my talent for clog dancing? Well, after a little rough patch (what’s a beauty pageant without one?), I was ready to take the stage. And you know what, it was actually really fun to get up there and clomp my feet. People seemed to actually enjoy it (and if you didn’t, I appreciate you feigning enthusiasm). Sadly, I didn’t win. But luckily, neither did the other girl in the pageant named after a flower (no, I’m not talking about Lily Michaels or Daisy Conover or Violet Reid). However, I think the pageant was beneficial for many reasons. First, it allowed for me to get to know certain people better. People who I always thought I’d hate with a burning passion. Second, it gave me confidence to not hold back on my true self. I appreciate all your help, Dr. Hart, for helping me see that I am unique and that’s something should be celebrated.