I’m writing this post in light of a programme I watched last night on BBC3, Baby Beauty Queens. If you missed it, you can watch it here on BBC iPlayer
It’s about a beauty pageant called the Mini Miss UK and follows three entrants as they prepare for it. I couldn’t help but watch it feeling sorry for these girls. I got the impression that for the most part, they were not entering the competition because they really wanted to, but were fulfilling their mother’s own dreams through them. I have no problem with girls wanting to wear makeup, I’m sure at 9 years old, my Mum would let me wear some glittery makeup to a party, but it was never forced on me. I remember looking through her makeup and trying things on, feeling really grown up. But even then I thought it was something to look forward to when I was older, and it wasn’t really until I was about 14 when I’d start buying makeup. I think it’s kind of cute that little girls want to try out make up and have a curiosity in it, to me a little bit of makeup is no worse than face paint. But when that makeup is the same amount an adult glamour model would wear, it is a little too far. I didn’t feel like these children were allowed to just be children, they were literally mini versions of their mothers. My issue with this programme wasn’t that the pageant was wrong, but the way these children had been entered in to the pageant, there was one girl who seemed to have been brain washed by her Mum in to thinking being beautiful was everything, another who just clearly didn’t want to do it and another who I actually didn’t mind because it seemed like she was trying to achieve something for herself personally, and after the pageant, it had clearly boosted her confidence. I suppose this was a controversial programme, and there’s no right or wrong answers to the questions that it posed, if nothing else, it’s helped me see how when you become a mother, your actions are going to be watched very closely by your children. I’m a long way off having kids of my own but I hope when I have a daughter of my own she won’t watch me applying make up and feeling like she needs it to be beautiful, but she’ll enjoy being a child having it to look forward to. It must sound pretty hypocritical coming from me, I mean come on I write a blog dedicated to beauty, but really, it is just a hobby of mine, I'm old enough to make my own decisions and I was never forced into the whole beauty-loving world. I think it's important to care about how you look, it does make you feel better when you're looking good, but as a child, this really wasn't much of my concern. Childhood is really the only time you feel truly carefree.
Did anybody else watch this and feel a little disturbed? How young were you when you discovered make up?