Beauty, From One Beholding Eye to the Next

A few days ago, sitting in a dentist's office, I became aware of a new reality show in which I certainly could have been chosen for. After having discussed it with my mother, we both concluded that I would be the perfect candidate for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model search. The competition, after all, includes ditzy "beautiful" girls just like me. The only difference is that their facial features are strikingly unattractive, so much so that you can tell they were only chosen because of their lithe bodies. I found absolutely nothing about these models particularly amazing; had they not been so thin, they would have been average, everyday girls you'd meet on the street.
Now, if I had a wonderful makeup artist like the featured girl (who was interviewed merely because she hailed from Texas), I can only imagine how dazzling I'd appear on television. Considering I almost never wear makeup though, everyone I know should now be putting their imaginations to work. As for me in a slinky bikini, I'd advise that not much time be spent conguring up an image due to the fact that I'd rather be a bit more modest than that. Modesty would, in fact, be the main (if not only) reason for my defeat in such a riveting "reality" show. Whose reality is this anyway? Perhaps someone who lives in the Playboy mansion could attest to the genuine quality of the competition; however, most of the world does not live in swimsuits or model for the public. I find myself now digging myself deeper into a hole, because the next question would deal with modeling in private, and we're just not going to go there.
Body image is definitely an issue with many Americans these days. Thin people wishing they were lighter, large people thinking themselves average. It leaves you wondering exactly where you do fit in among everyone else. With that thought, I must leave for a change of attire as well as help in decorations before my sister's friends arrive.
Your beauty queen (swimsuit model),
Anna