I’m standing there striking my best model pose, trying to angle my body so that the weave on my head won’t be exposed by the fan blowing my hair every which way and doing my best to control the twitchy smile on my face. *Snap* flashes coming at me from all directions. Deep breath, strut off the stage and walk through the crowd once again towards the back room to change into even less clothing. This is what happens when you agree to be in a bikini contest. In November nonetheless, when you’ve accepted hefty amounts of carbs back into your diet because you figure you can get away with covering up the extra weight with big fluffy sweaters. Three days of working out and eating right, and there I was throwing off my jeans in that back room (which was part of the first outfit I cat-walked around in minutes before in front of a bunch of strangers). Now that the rowdy crowd had witnessed us in tight clothes accentuating our assets, we were preparing to showcase these same assets in the flesh! Yay.
“Slow down,” my friends called as I whizzed past them in my peacock blue two-piece ($44 at La Vie En Rose). I figured the quicker I moved my limbs, the harder it would be for them to focus on the wobbly bits. That plan failed miserably because once I did my lap through the crowd, past the judges, onto/around the stage and down past the crowd again… well, then they called all of us back to stand in front of the stage to announce the winners. That’s when the hundred pairs of eyes whipped out their cell phones, cameras and recording devices. Not to mention the people who were specifically assigned the task of pointing and shooting continuous pictures of us with their professional-looking contraptions. All of a sudden, after one deep breath, the nerves were gone. Heck, I was loving it! A pose here, a pose there… more *snap*snap*. It’s not everyday you get to be the centre of attention… when you’re born, the odd birthday, your wedding (and even then, there’s always that one drunken uncle with the tie wrapped around his head who ends up stealing the bride’s thunder by the end of the night).
You always hear people say that you should live each day as if it were your last… but does anyone ever bother to actually put that into action? Nope! We’re all too busy complaining about our routines, our daily chores, listing our “one-days” and “what-ifs”. However, since we are stuck in such a society where work is imperative to our survival, why not make the little spare time we do have a tad more interesting. Say “yes” to every opportunity that presents itself to you (within reason of course). Don’t shrug off the things you’ve never tried, say no to the things that would drag you out of your comfort zone or turn something down because you’re too tired and lazy (once you’re dead you’ll have plenty of time for resting). Everything in my life I’ve been so fortunate to experience and to gain knowledge from has come from me ceasing an opportunity. I joined a pageant 4 years ago, won an internship to co-host a show and discovered my passion for entertainment hosting. I struck up a conversation with a well-dressed lady at a media event who turned out to be the editor of a magazine and got myself my very first writing internship. Last minute I decided to attend a birthday party where I met an old acquaintance who offered me a position in business development… this is where I built up enough confidence to soon after become Little Miss Spanglish… “If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door”. -Milton Berle.
To sum up: The key to getting more out of life is to walk through every open door.
Remember that, the next time you catch your mouth shaping the word “no”.