I was first persuaded to participate in a beauty pageant when I was 18. Back then, I wasn’t interested in such things, so I brushed it aside. Upon graduating, I was again persuaded to join a pageant. I was a few months shy of turning 22. At 23, I caved and entered my first pageant.
The girl who walks around the house in baggy t-shirts, who never remembers which cutleries to use at a fine dining restaurant and whose idea of a chill-out session involves sitting at her favourite coffeeshop, drinking SKOL beer and eating greasy burgers to sober up.