To be a Queen

To be a Queen


Hello My Beauties,


   This past September I decided to do something ambitious and fun, and actually social for once. I entered a beauty pageant, and that's not even the crazy part...I won.


Here's the full story: Every year the local fair, the Albert County Exhibition, has a country beauty pageant for girls ages 13-18 as the grand opening of the exhibition, This has been a tradition for years, and every year 9-12 girls enter, and compete to see who has the brightest personality, and who is the most beautiful inside and out.


Of course I've always known about the pageant and had gone to the fair grounds to watch it annually, and just like every other little girl I had dreamed about being in it and winning. But as I got older, I became more and more aware of my body, and to be honest, I didn't always like what I saw. So when I finally became old enough to join, I just sat on the bleachers and watched from a distance, instead of joining the rest of my friends on the stage.


One thing you should know, is that I'm pretty close with the director of the pageant, and when she heard that I was not entering that year, she came to find me as soon as she could. She told me that she thought I would of been perfect for the pageant, and that she would of loved to see me up there. I simply explained that I just wasn't feeling it that year.


A year passes, and people are beginning to sign up for the pageant again. I had thought about it that entire year and asked plenty of people for the opinion on it, and they all had the same answer.
"Do it! It'll be an amazing experience!" So, with a bit of hesitation, I joined.


The moment I pressed send on the email, my brain began to over think everything. I knew that it was my first year entering, and I was most likely going to be the thickest/curviest girl there, and I'm not exactly popular, so I thought there was no chance in hell that I could even get runner up.


 The weeks slugged by in an agonizingly slow pace, but sooner than I had hoped, the day of the pageant arrived.


My older sister had come over to help me prepare, and to take some pre-pageant pictures. And before I knew it she had dropped me off at the assigned building for the interviews.

I remember walking into the building, feeling like my heart was going to fly straight out of my chest, and that I had a huge lump sitting inside my throat. But despite my quickly rising anxieties, I kept walking until I reached the sitting room.


I noticed 5 things straight away about the other contestants.

1. They were all blond or light haired.
2. They all go to my school and are in the same friend group, a.k.a, the popular girls.
3. They were all smaller than me.
4. I was the only one with a dress that had multiple colours.
5. They were all looking directly at me.

Each set of eyes felt like a set of scanners that was taking in every single possible flaw on me, each whisper felt like someone was ripping bits and pieces of me apart, and the overall experience felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over top of me.

With a shaky breath I began to approach the table, painting a smile onto my face and giving them a cheerful 'Hello'.

The rest of the wait time was more than awkward for me. The group of friends were gossiping among each other about any recent drama that had happened in school, I on the other had a very quiet conversation with the shy person on my right.


It wasn't until the interviews had begun, and some one had come to give a presentation on another pageant that would be happening that I had finally become comfortable.


Since my last name began with 'W' I was one of the last people to be called by the judges. In the meantime I sat through two presentations, ate a bit of food, and practiced the dance that we would be expected to preform later that night.


In the end all the presentations in the world couldn't of held it off, and the dreaded moment had finally came.


"Brooklyn Wilkins? We're ready for you now."


After a few deep breaths I got up, and followed the man to the judges room, the advice from my friends and family running through my head.


'Just be yourself, you'll do great.'
'Don't be scared, be confident in everything you say.'
'Don't lie about who you are or what you do. Let them see the person we all love.'


With the words of encouragement imbedding themselves in my brain, I was ready.


The judges had asked me a series of questions. Some were about me, and my hobbies and interests, others were about what I do in my community, or asked about my involvement in the fair and what I would change about it. I listened to parents and answered every question with my heart, keeping a very real smile on my face the entire time. I discovered that being myself was working, when halfway through the interview one of the judges stated,
 'You seem very passionate about everything you say, leading into the next question-'
from that point on I couldn't help but feel as though I actually had a shot at this thing.


Once the interview was finally over, the hard part was done, and all that was left was the dance and  the crowning ceremony.


Now one thing I haven't told you, is that all the contestants of the pageant choreographed the dance ourselves, the original choreographer had gotten sick the night before, leaving all the planning in our hands. Somehow knowing this left me feeling more confident in my performance, that night, and when the country song 'Head Over Boots' by Jon Pardi began to play, I knew that dance like the back of my hand, and let my soul take control as everyone began to dance.


Unfortunately, after the fun dancing part, came the heart stopping, adrenaline pumping part. The crowning.


I remember there sitting in my chair, the sentence 'And the 2016 Albert County Exhibition Queen is... Brooklyn Wilkins!' whispering tauntingly in the back of my head, but I quickly corrected myself, reminding myself that it was my first year, and there were some girls here that had been in it multiple times, that the crown usually went to a grad student, and that I was only in grade 10.


They announced the Miss Congeniality, a girl who had talked to basically everyone, and helped out a lot in the dance, I myself had voted for her.


2nd Princess, a girl who was in my grade, and actually a some what close friend of mine.


1st Princess was surprisingly the same girl who one Miss Congeniality!


And then it was time for the Queen. At this point I had told myself 'Well, there's always next year' , and my older sister told me that she had actually began to put away her camera.


The judge began to give the usual speech. 'Before I announce this years Queen, I just like to say that we would give it to all of you if we could, you are all such amazing young ladies, but sadly we cannot. So this years Albert County Exhibition Queen is... Brooklyn Wilkins.'


I could of sworn I got whiplash from how fast my head shot up. In a daze of shock, I stood up, walking towards last years Queen, who traditionally crowns the new queen, and allowed her to place a sash reading 'ACE QUEEN 2016' in bold, gold letters, a velvety, purple cape, and of course a beautiful tiara on me. I could hear the area where my family was sitting screaming in applause. I remember being herded towards the other winners for pictures, lots of pictures, and repeating the judges words in my head.

I don't think it even really sunk in until I saw my family waiting for me by stage. We laughed and cried and took even more pictures, and I was honestly the happiest I had been in a long time.


The rest of the weekend was spent with me giving up many hours for my 'Queenly Duties' This included participating in a parade, handing out ribbons for the many contests and events, accepting many 'congratulations', and visiting the local nursing home. In total I spent a tiring 37 hours there that weekend, and was pooped out by the time it was all over.

     Now this wouldn't be a 'Nerdy Blogger' post if I didn't include some kind of life lesson, or deep take on this entire thing.


What I really learned from that weekend is don't underestimate yourself, that you are capable than so much more than you think, and that it doesn't matter your size, race, hair colour, eye colour, gender, anything, all that matters is it's what you hold on the inside that counts.


 And I know that all sounds so very cliché but it's the truth! I don't care if you are small or big, short or tall, black or white. If you are kind, and nice to those around you, even if they aren't so nice to you, you are truly gorgeous and it's up to you to show off that beauty to the world.


And if you find your way to shine, but you think that you can't do it, or that you'd only fail in the end, don't listen to yourself. Take it from me, accepting that one opportunity can open a world of other doors, because of that weekend I was invited to enter the Miss Teen Atlantic Canada pageant in Dieppe and was encouraged to enter by an army of people.


So when life gives you an opportunity, please give yourself the biggest gift you can and accept it.


Always Smiling,
The Nerdy Blogger
(Brooklyn Wilkins)


P.S. QUOTE OF THE POST!! "They asked her 'How did you free yourself?' She answered 'By embracing my own power.' ~ Yung Pueblo

Books, Test, And.... Art?

Books, Tests, And.... Art?


Hello Dears,


     It is, more than, definitely the time of year where everyone is back at school and have finally gotten down into the groove of things. Some may argue that school is boring or blocks out people's creativity, while I on the other hand have experienced quiet the contrary.


    I am known as one of the more creative and overall artistic people in our class. And although that's mainly because of my writing, I also love to express my emotions and personality through painting, drawing, singing, acting, or even baking sometimes. For me it's mainly a way to wind down, and help me become grounded when I'm overwhelmed by the pressures of school. The main thing that allows me to do all of this at school is the variety of clubs I'm in.


I join at least 2-3 clubs and teams every school year, and always have a full schedule. Now this is just a personal preference, because I like to stay busy and to always be doing something, but for me it really helps.


For example, most of my clubs are during lunch hour, and before that I have French Immersion Math or NRF, French Immersion Social Studies, and English Language Arts, so by lunch hour my brain is either nearly at it's limit or just completely fried. But because I have, let's say, Art Club, or Glee Club during lunch hour, I get that one full hour to let my brain relax and just do something I really love.


Let me show you! This is a piece that I finished just last week on a huge canvas that will be going in my school's library. I cannot name how many times, while making this, that I had begun painting absolutely frustrated with something that had happened in class, but as time slowly passed, and I spent more time concentrating on painting, all of my worries and frustrations just melted into the canvas.


'Galaxie Tourbillon' by Brooklyn Wilkins   

     Now I am in no way saying that school isn't hard, or that just because you join a club you will never be stressed about school, because saying that would be a huge lie. I get majorly stressed during math class daily, I've almost fallen asleep in science at least twice, and I do tend to day dream in nearly every class.

What I am saying is to put yourself out there! Find something you love, and see if there is a club or a team for your passion. It'll give you something to look forward to that day, and will give you some personal time.  Not to mention joining clubs can look good on resumes and for scholarships. :)

So please, give yourself a goal this school year, and join a club or team, and if you can't find anything, then maybe just try something new.

Yours truly,

The Nerdy Blogger

(Brooklyn Wilkins)

P.S. QUOTE OF THE POST: "To live a creative life, we must not lose our fear of being wrong."

~Joseph Chilton Pearce