atwood, zara d.

[zara atwood]

Zara Daisy Atwood is a former beauty pageant contestant best known for her title of Miss America 2015. Born on April 6th, 1993, Atwood currently lives in Brooklyn, New York. .................................................. MISS AMERICA 2015 life during ... philanthropy. expensive dinners. custom dresses. first class. monthly travel. spotlights. private events. winning smiles. model behavior. acting like a lady. motivational speeches. glitter. professional stylists. perfect hair. crowns. titles. important people. lasting friendships. envy. proud family. prize money. married. ... life after waitressing. exhaustion. grudges. bitterness. worry. late nights. late mornings. empty apartment. microwave dinners. go-sees. subway rides. first dates. ignored texts. flights to texas. avoidance. divorced. .................................................. .................................................. www. reddit .com/r/ama i ran for miss america and won - ask me anything (-) Tafts_Fat_Bathtub What were the girls like behind the scenes? Terribly catty or stupidly nice? Like with anything, it's a mixture of both. There are some girls that hate you, that are catty, that try to undercut you, invalidate you. But I really did make a lot of friends during competitions. Way more friends than I ever made on my own. (-) detectivenoir666 How do dates react to learning they're out with Miss America? It's not something I advertise. I don't go on many dates anyway. (-) BadCokeDiet What does prepping for a Miss America pageant entail? Ridiculous workouts? Extreme diets? Sure, I work out to look good for the stage, and I don't eat a lot of salt before swimsuit day. But I've been in beauty pageants forever, so much so that like anything, if you keep up with it, it'll come easy. I don't have to starve myself because I'm already in shape. I don't have to practice talking in front of people because I've done it hundreds of times before. The more you do it, the more natural it becomes. (-) oldslice What size are your tits? 34C. .................................................. "Once, I had to tell a mother her estranged son was dead. It was a missing person case that had gone cold, he'd run away a couple years before and the authorities had given up on it, figuring that if an eighteen year old didn't want to live at home, that was his prerogative. Sure, it was sad that he didn't want to talk to his mom, but the kid had a history of drug abuse, and chances were it wasn't a happy home anyway. But Mrs. Wilson never gave up searching for her son, and when she finally came to my door, I promised her I'd do everything I can, and I did. I'm telling you this story for three reasons, 1. because it shows what a badass detective I am, 2. because it shows I'm not a total monster, and 3. because if I could have been anywhere in the world, doing anything else, I'd have done it, anything. Anything not to be there, telling this woman that her son was dead of an overdose, that he died in an alleyway and went into an unmarked grave. That is not wanting to do something. So when my ex wife tells me she doesn't want to be leaving me, I'm sorry if it sounded hollow to me. She didn't even have the decency to tell me face to face. What if I'd texted Mrs. Wilson? "Sry, dead. Sad emoji." Alright, alright, I'm being glib. But honestly, and this sounds dramatic but it's true, it felt like a death to me. No one believes me now, but she was the most important thing in my life by a long shot. I'd been obsessed with Zara from the day we first met, and yeah, the whole thing felt like a dream to me. I never once felt worthy of her. Maybe I wasn't, but I still think I deserved to be told as much in person. I'd really have preferred that, if she'd just wrote "Sry, over you" on a post it note, like that episode of Sex in the City (that she made me watch). I'd have preferred it to the blatant bullshit she tried to force feed me through that fucking letter. I still have it. Not because I miss her, or because it faintly smells of her perfume. Because it reminds me to hate her. I do fucking hate her. She sold me an illusion that I could have her, and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. I was a fucking idiot, but she was a total, unrelenting bitch of a cunt, and I'll never, ever forgive her." ..................................................

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