I wasn't sure if I wanted to go serious, or light-hearted with this so I vetoed both themes and took an angsty feminist stance. I hate beauty pageants, I hate what the represent: that in order to be fortunate, be noticed for our smarts and the good we do in the world, we must also be beautiful, plastic, picture perfect. Messages like this, when sent to the youth of our young ladies, ruins whole cultures full of brilliant women who (had someone taught them that beauty is skin-deep, superficial, UNIMPORTANT) would have been much more motivated to shine their lights and find their ways, rather than being beat down by a self-righteous media that glorifies the false bodies of photoshop, objectifies the bodies of women, and broadcasts pictures across their glossy, colorful magazines portraying anorexic-thin girls that you really just end up feeling sorry for..
And, perhaps, the saddest kind of situation is one that begins from the home...with mothers who teach their daughters to be pretty instead of informed and educated. It's a given that you should take care of yourself and live a healthy lifestyle. However, it's just sad when being beautiful becomes one's complete reality.
And we'll just end that soapbox with the actual poem:
How to Wow the Crowd and Win Beauty Pageants
A bitter untruth.
Cosmetic kinda girl.
Raise your skirt!
You empty vessel.
A bone pierce!
Wear it well.
Finger at reality.
Be beautifulYou stupid girl.