I attended a pageant last night with my best friend from high school. Her little sister was in the pageant and I was happy to go watch her. I mean, she was practically my little sister too. I couldn't help but feel a little funny as I was getting ready to go. For some reason I was nervous and I was only attending the pageant. I was very selective on how my hair and makeup was done and what dress I wore. This was not like me at all. Don't get me wrong, I like to look nice, but this was extreme.
As my best friend from high school, who was also the maid of honor at my wedding and now my possible sister in law, picked me up she was laughing at me running around like a mad woman trying to put on the finishing touches. As we drove to the pageant I couldn't help but tell her my lack of confidence issues and ask her what she thought it was. We figured it out.
I graduated high school in 2003 from Glenbrook school in Minden, La. and have not been back since. I am unsure why; I just haven't been back. I had a wonderful high school experience and have nothing against the school. The pageant I was attending was the Glenbrook school pageant. I guess I was just nervous about facing the people that I "used" to know. I don't know why, I just was.
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I totally understand what you're saying. I don't live in my hometown any longer, so it's always an experience to go home again. I find myself picking my outfits carefully and taking more time with my hair and makeup than normal.
ReplyDeleteFunniest part about it? I'm a "pageant girl," and I spend more time getting ready to face my hometown crowd than the judges at a pageant!
Hope you and your friend's little sister had a great time at the pageant!
-Whitney
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