When I first decided to compete in figure, I was told that competitors are vicious, backstabbing beotches. They will vie for a spot on the stage, they are catty, vicious and mean. Imagine my surprise when I did my first competition and had the time of my life. I made my very first competitor friend that day, and we remain friends to this day.
What you don't know about competing: You will have a ball. You will form bonds with other competitors that are irreplaceable. What wasn't mentioned to me is that we are a rare breed and we truly appreciate what the other competitors have gone through to get to that point - the point of stepping on that stage. We have lifted til we can lift no more. We have done more cardio than we ever imagined we would (or ever wanted to). We have been carb depleted, experienced peak week, food cravings, sacrifice, all of our free time in prep, our worlds have revolved around that 5 minutes on the stage and waiting to see what the judges think of our work. We lift each other up, we share candy back stage, we laugh, sometimes we dance and we remain friends. I'm truly sorry the competitor who told me that before my first competition had such a bad experience. But I am also relieved that it's far from the truth. Because I had so much fun at my first competition (thank you Gene & Tina Good - Kentucky Open) and thank you Paula Harmon - I was hooked and have remained hooked.
As evidence of how great women competitors are: I'm in a Facebook group solely designed for female competitors (and soon to be competitors). There are over 5,000 members. We're nuts, we're uplifting, encouraging. We cheer each other on, and listen to each other bitch.
Here's to female competitors - every last one!
Just Me Rambling
Middle-aged woman who can't twerk: mother, step-mom, wife, grandmother - who happens to like to lift.