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Re: Frances Margaret Arreza's Tale

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Ralph

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Date Posted: 17:02:10 02/24/03 Mon
In reply to: PJ Admin 's message, "Frances Margaret Arreza's Tale" on 00:41:52 01/02/03 Thu

>How I survived a beauty
>pageant

>By Frances Margaret H. Arreza
>
Published in Young Blood, Philippine Daily
>Inquirer
>
>

>WITH all the glamour and prestige attached to beauty
>pageants, one would never guess the rigors that the
>candidates have to go through. It was only when I
iyot ta unya gabii wala man gud coy mahimo lolo ta
>joined the Mutya ng Pilipinas this year that my eyes
>were opened to beauty myths, pageant boo-boos and
>cliches. And I discovered that pageants are not at all
>synonymous to triviality.
>

>Unlike some candidates who allotted at least a year to
>prepare themselves physically by going through fitness
>training and choosing the right "look" in makeup and
>hairdo and mentally by learning how to pose and do the
>catwalk, I had little preparation for the contest.
>

>When I was chosen as one of the 10 official candidates
>from among more than 200 applicants in the National
>Capital Region, I was still preoccupied with some
>extracurricular activities in college. I was a staff
>writer for The Varsitarian of the University of Santo
>Tomas and although I had already graduated in April,
>we still had tasks to do until June.
>

>I went through the screenings with only light makeup
>on (I did mine) and with my straight hair down. It was
>nothing compared to what the others did to themselves.
>I wanted to be chosen simply as I am.
>

>We were an hour early for the final screening, so my
>mother and I decided to have breakfast in a restaurant
>near GMA Network Center in Quezon City. As we were
>leaving, I fell down the stairs of the restaurant. I
>was red not only with embarrassment but also with
>blood from the bruises on my knees. I tried to compose
>myself but tears fell uncontrollably, smudging my
>mascara and ruining my makeup. I felt hopeless.
>

>I was inconsolable despite my mother's frantic efforts
>to reassure me.�

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