Once upon a time, I was a beauty queen.
But I was never crowned.
And no official queen portrait exists.
Because I didn’t earn the title.
In fact, the photo that always appears in the “parade” of past queens in the annual pageant program is of a formal portrait taken when I represented my hometown in another local pageant.
I’ve always hated that picture.
One year I gave my sister a faded photo of me in all my queenly loveliness that she fixed somehow and gave to those responsible for program updating. But by the next year, it had disappeared, and the old one reappeared.
It’s awkward when a stranger who’s just been told you were once a queen asks why your photo is so different from everyone else’s.
You hesitate because inside you’re remembering you were really only second best.
To be continued over at Jennifer Dukes Lee’s place as part of the PreApproved Sisterhood series. Join me there?
In the stillness,