I have the most unhealthy obsession with Toddlers and Tiaras. And I think I have figured out why.
My little sister used to do pageants. Yeah, laugh it up, hahahaa. But so did I. Well, I did one. And I swept my age division that faithful day at the mall because I was the only awkward girl with crazy teased hair in my age group at the awkward age of like, ten years old. I think I wish my mom would have let me go to state since I had technically, by default, ‘advanced’. We didn’t quite have the funds to go to Orlando and wear sequins that year. Yeah, I didn’t look like any of the other girls because my family totally didn’t get the pageant world, but I think if I had kept at it, I could have been really good. I never got to try it, ya know? I would have gotten to perform and sing, and prance around on stage just like I like to do now.
Let me guess. This is sick.
Not really, though! I think I would have turned out exactly the same if I wore the frills and big hair. Because I was home schooled, I got to be who I wanted without any pressure from peers or adults in a school environment. So I probably would have still loved Poke’mon and InuYasha and all of that crazy stuff I was in to, and STILL ended up like I did today if I had’ve done pageants. Also, I have the amazing plus of having a non psychopathic mommy. Which is great. I just would have loved to own a couple of tiaras and the sash that said “Ultimate Grand Sugarpuff Lollipop Princess Super Queen Surpreme”. Or whatever the big title was.
So there. My justification for my obsession in a nutshell. Voila.