Self-esteem: A work in progress.

I had a thought-provoking experience today.

I met our representative for the Miss World pageant at the airport today. She was leaving for Beijing and I was dropping off some product she had ordered. I spotted her immediately - tall (the 4-inch platforms certainly contributed), lean, gorgeous, pale, with hair and legs for days. I was really struck by her beauty, and felt proud to know that we'd definitely be able to hold our own in the looks department of that competition.

Then it hit me - I was shocked! It had been so long since I had compared myself to another that at first I didn't realise what was happening. As I walked back to the car I felt short, dumpy, and unattractive. I thought my hair looked extra frizzy (my bad hair day wasn't helping the situation either) and I admit that I spent a moment or two wondering why I missed out on receiving the kind of genetic lottery jackpout payout that our beauty queen enjoyed.