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]]> http://dopodomani.me/2009/10/20/miss-american-rose-day/comment-page-1/#comment-39 Holly Howard Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:57:30 +0000 http://dopodomani.me/?p=418#comment-39 As a young girl someone offered my mom free modeling lessons for me. Wow how exciting to be thought of as pretty enough to be put up on stage for all to admire. I remember diligently practicing the lessons, how to sit, stand and walk across a room with a book on my head. I studied the manual nightly hoping somehow the act of pure interest would transform me into the thin, long haired and perfect smiles that I was up against in both the class and in real life. The the big day came when I was to compete in a pageant. I picked an outfit and bathing suit that I thought showed my personality. My mom always worked so she could not go with me. I did notice, however, that most of the other girls were accompanied by a mother, an aunt or some other mentor guiding them and offering suggestion. I remember how confident I felt that evening when I slipped into my white Patten boots and the too short shorts and cropped top that over accentuated the curviness of an overweight 10 year old girl. I had spent hours practicing a dance routine in my cramped bedroom that I shared with two younger brothers. Rewinding the reel to reel over and over again till I was sure the rhythm of the music and my interpretive dance were just perfect! When I walked on stage my smile was so big I had even forgotten how crooked and displaced my teeth were. The lights were bright and all I could hear was the music I had chosen to perform to, Tom Jones, She’s a Lady! After my ‘Coming Out’ performance, I was certain I was the best, after-all, most of the other girls just walked back and forth across the stage. My mother and step father met me backstage and grabbed me by the hand. I was crying as they dragged me to the car. I did not know why we were leaving before the show was over. My mother looked at me with her glaring and somewhat embarrassed for me eyes and asked, “How could you pick out such an outfit? Didn’t you learn anything about how you should dress and act in that class?” My step father just smiled and giggled, “You should have heard the comments the other parents were making.” Years later while watching the movie, "Little Miss Sunshine,” I could not help but smile inside for my understanding of her character and how great being different really is! As a young girl someone offered my mom free modeling lessons for me. Wow how exciting to be thought of as pretty enough to be put up on stage for all to admire. I remember diligently practicing the lessons, how to sit, stand and walk across a room with a book on my head. I studied the manual nightly hoping somehow the act of pure interest would transform me into the thin, long haired and perfect smiles that I was up against in both the class and in real life.
The the big day came when I was to compete in a pageant. I picked an outfit and bathing suit that I thought showed my personality. My mom always worked so she could not go with me. I did notice, however, that most of the other girls were accompanied by a mother, an aunt or some other mentor guiding them and offering suggestion.
I remember how confident I felt that evening when I slipped into my white Patten boots and the too short shorts and cropped top that over accentuated the curviness of an overweight 10 year old girl.
I had spent hours practicing a dance routine in my cramped bedroom that I shared with two younger brothers. Rewinding the reel to reel over and over again till I was sure the rhythm of the music and my interpretive dance were just perfect!
When I walked on stage my smile was so big I had even forgotten how crooked and displaced my teeth were.
The lights were bright and all I could hear was the music I had chosen to perform to, Tom Jones, She’s a Lady!
After my ‘Coming Out’ performance, I was certain I was the best, after-all, most of the other girls just walked back and forth across the stage.
My mother and step father met me backstage and grabbed me by the hand. I was crying as they dragged me to the car. I did not know why we were leaving before the show was over.
My mother looked at me with her glaring and somewhat embarrassed for me eyes and asked, “How could you pick out such an outfit? Didn’t you learn anything about how you should dress and act in that class?” My step father just smiled and giggled, “You should have heard the comments the other parents were making.”
Years later while watching the movie, “Little Miss Sunshine,” I could not help but smile inside for my understanding of her character and how great being different really is!

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