We know the saying that everyone is beautiful in his own ways, regardless male or female. There are different definitions for such wonderful word, from inside out of a particular person. Looking at the beauty pageants on the screen as they move their bodies along with the rhythm being played, to outstand the crowd seems to be harder than people can ever imagined; how pity. The intention of entering hall of fame leads them not only to the world where gossips never end especially when one is at the top of the list, also the little self destruction in a way. Since when it has become a must to possess all ‘necessary’ skills in order to own that particular crown I wonder, from dancing to hosting a show, even the height matters. The old man says it is rather idiotic to be there just to let people make fun of them before they are to be crowned, if they can make it to the top that is. What’s the purpose of having a beauty contest in the first place really? To compete with others on how beautiful we are both inside out? Then again, how are they supposed to measure the inner beauty during a contest simply by asking questions? Indeed there are certain skills required when it comes to speaking and interacting with people, but still, answering one question would simply leave them the first impression instead of having them to understand us. Some people may see such crowning as the dream of all dreams, but it doesn’t really matter as compared to the crowning by people we love and care for; because they know us better and able to see the beauty hidden in us. We have the skills people may or may not possess and we have the insight others may or may not able to see. Appreciating our own abilities is the hardest of all, but doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be. Crowning is the most precious experience when it is given by the people who see us as dearest, and when we see them as one too. Beauty is subjective, but personally, we are beautiful when we are one.
