Yesterday was a mountain top day. I journeyed for eleven months to arrive at yesterday in a bedazzled bikini. It was bikini or bust and we made it!
The morning started out with eggs on toast, coffee, and anticipation.
Then a flurry of preparations, doing hair and makeup, and eating rice cakes and other random foods at specified times ensued. I immediately bonded with the other competitors backstage. After you find yourself gluing a very small bikini bottom to a woman who you have never met before, you can’t help but be fast friends.
It was completely exhilarating to stand in line anticipating my time to go on stage. I watched in awe as the other competitors strutted their stuff. Before I knew what was happening I was walking up the stairs in my 5-inch heels feeling like a superstar.
Being on stage was amazing. In those moments I was living out the dream that had merely been in my heart for the last year. In that moment I arrived and was a winner, no matter what the judges decided.
I did not win the competition, but I am a winner.
Learning that first place and success do NOT go hand in hand is an invaluable lesson that I will take with me for the rest of my life.
Will I compete again? You better believe it! I am just starting my journey as a Figure Athlete, but competing in April is not my life focus. It is merely an outward sign of what is within me.
The mountain top was fabulous, but I can’t stay there. The funny thing about mountain tops is that when you’re there the view is amazing and you can see for miles, but nothing really lives there. It is a place to visit, but not to live. The living is done in the journey to the mountain top.
I love living! So it’s Bikini Or Bust as a way of life.
Who’s coming on the next journey with me?