YOU CAN LOOK BUT...YOU CAN'T TOUCH.
I KNOW FROM EXPERIENCE: MASSAGING BREASTS WON'T MAKE THEM BIGGER.
In 1958, soon after I won the Miss Arkansas Title, the Pageant Director (a single man in the printing business) decided I needed to flaunt larger breasts at the Miss America Pageant. Forget the fact I’d won both the talent and swimsuit divisions in the 1958 Miss Arkansas Pageant.
So…the Miss Arkansas Pageant Committee hired Hiawatha Daniels--a former Powers Model from North Little Rock, Arkansas, now serving as director for her family’s Funeral Home business… to help me grow bigger breasts. For two weeks, I lived with Hi and faithfully followed her special diet and exercise plan.
First thing every morning, I was weighed, measured, exercised and finally, subjected to both breasts being massaged by Hiawatha.
I kid you not. Not only did Hi massage each of my breasts for exactly ten minutes every day, I had to sit naked-- in the bathtub-- so she could massage my breasts using pure dairy cream. In fact, my daily diet required me to drink one glass of pure cream three times daily, eat one gallon of ice cream each day, and consume at least two milk shakes daily. By the end of two weeks, my breast size hadn't changed but I’d gained four pounds….all in my waist and hips….and felt like “mooing”. It took another two weeks to lose those four pounds and for my breasts to "un-tweak", relax, and feel normal again.
Today, I panic at the word: MASSAGE. From day-one, I knew that “growing big breasts in two weeks” was a ridiculous waste of money and time but, remember: As the official 1958 Miss Arkansas,I was considered the property of the Miss Arkansas Committee. They were supposedly “all-knowing”.... the experts at grooming the best candidate for Miss America.
I liked Hiawatha Daniels but there was something unnatural and embarrassing about a strange woman massaging my breasts and getting paid for it. Just imagine the “bomb” I could have dropped—back in the fifties--- if I’d disclosed my secret encounter with breast massage. Couple that with the disclosure of my years of incest and sexual abuse at the hands of my mother and...It could have been A World Shocker. But... the year was 1958---the world was not prepared for such a shocker---and, neither was I.
Interesting to note: When the Director of the 1959 Miss America Pageant, Lenora Slaughter, met with me and the other contestants on our first day of competition, the first thing she said was, “Girls, pad your swimsuits, your evening gowns, whatever you think needs padding. I don’t care! I just want to wow the Audience, the Judges, and the Press--- with talent, sex appeal, good looks, and lots of glamour!”
Fast-forward to today. Think of all the years I was forced to live with my many sexual secrets and then... along came 2016, when I was finally able to write and publish the story of my life. My book is called: THE BEAUTY QUEEN, Let No Deed Go Unpublished.
Now, all my secrets are public…as they should be. Today, I live my life based on the subtitle of my book. I no longer live with secrets nor do I allow secrets to be a part of my life. Now more than ever, I believe every one of us should be accountable for our actions.