Summer’s first figure competition
It was October 3rd, 2015 and the day was finally here. The long anticipated day that I spent 12 weeks of grueling training preparing for. This was the day of my first figure competition and I was so excited to step on stage and show all of my hard work. My day started at 5 am in the morning where I woke up to choke down my first scheduled meal of dried oats, which was no easy task. After my light breakfast, I drove to my parents’ house where my mother and I both got our spray tans touched up. (My mother was also competing for the first time in the bikini category) Then came time for my hair to be curled and styled. As I was getting glamorized and feeling like a movie star with all of the wonderful pampering, I ate my second meal which consisted of 4 oz of steak and 3 ounces of sweet potato.
During this time, we ran into a few glitches as both me and my mom’s spray tan got slightly ruined because we went outside in the rain before it dried. Near tears, my mom said, ” I am not going on stage like this.” I told her, ” Mom, we have come too far to turn around. We are both getting on stage.” Then to make matters worse, my wonderful makeup artist who is always punctual got the times mixed up so ended up arriving late to apply our makeup. To say we were both stressed at this point, was an understatement. However, my mom and I stayed in good spirits, prayed and put on our gospel music. I wasn’t going to let any temporary inconvenience distract me from my ultimate victory. Everything ended up coming together and we got to the competition in time to fix our tans and finish preparing before going on stage. As I sat in the back awaiting for my class to be called, I ate my next scheduled meal of a protein bar and banana and began to contemplate the past 12 weeks.Most people saw my smile, laughter and physical body transformation, but very few saw my long nights lifting weights and my early morning cardio sessions. Many people didn’t see the times I cried due to being discouraged and even tired. Many people didn’t see the countless sacrifices of food I didn’t eat and events I couldn’t attend. When I began to contemplate all the times I thought about quitting, I became overwhelmed with emotions.
In my mind, I was already a winner.
I reminisced back to 5 years ago when I had a low-self esteem and as each year has passed I have fallen more in love with myself then the year before. I didn’t need a trophy or anyone’s approval to say that I had won. In my mind, I was already a winner because I knew that despite what anyone said, I was enough. I was smart enough, I was beautiful enough and I was strong enough to step on that stage and represent my growth and transformation. On October 3, I happily received a 3rd place trophy in all three categories that I competed in: open, novice and figure beginner. My mom also placed third in all of her bikini categories. I was so happy to celebrate my win with all of my family and friends. Not so much my physical win, but more importantly my mental and emotional win to never give up on myself and continue to fight for the life I want.