Hi, I am Valerie and I would like to tell you my story. When I was sixteen my parents got divorced my dad was pissed that my mom wouldn't stop dragging me too all of the pageants I was in. I started out in pageants when I was four, and my dad hated it then. He asked her to stop but she just laughed and said if I didn't want to do it. I didn't know what I wanted he argued I was sixteen and didn't know what I wanted yet.
After he moved out my mom signed me up for every pageant that she could. I went from state to state competing against girls I have known my whole life from the pageant circle. I liked going to pageants all the new clothes and gowns. But I hated the way my mom treated me when I was there she acted like I needed to be so much prettier she would take me to the most expensive salons and hope that they could fix me.
I started to hate my mom in the last pageant I was in. It was in the state of Georgia, I didn't live there but it was for the USA so they accepted everyone that applied, fat, thin, tall, short, pretty or ugly. My mom said that they would get rid of the unattractive one in the preliminaries. I just looked at her and rolled my eyes.
On the second day of the pageant my roommate introduced me to her older brother. When I say older I mean I am eighteen now and he is twenty-four. I just stared at him he was the sexiest man I had ever seen. I excused myself and ran off to meet my mom, I was so late and I knew that she would be pissed. When I got there she asked what held me up and I told her that my roommate took extra long in the shower and I had to wait my turn.