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 larger breasts to accompany me to the Miss America Pageant. Forget that I won both the talent and swimsuit divisions in the Miss Arkansas Pageant. It was obvious that several of my competitors flaunted more-than-a-handful and certainly out-measured me when it came to “ Big Bazooms”. But, the judges were obviously- looking for a "balance" when it came to physical beauty, talent, and presentation…and chose me.
Anyway, a former Powers Model from North Little Rock, Arkansas, named Hiawatha Daniels, was hired by the Pageant Committee to help me grow bigger breasts.....and this is where absurd and craziness--collided!
For two weeks, I lived with "Hi" and faithfully followed her diet and exercise plan. First thing every morning, I was weighed, measured, exercised and-- the breast-massage began.
That’s right! Not only did Hi massage each breast for exactly ten minutes but…she used dairy cream to massage "into"my breasts --while I sat in the bathtub. My daily diet consisted of drinking pure cream three times each day, eating ice cream, and consuming large milk shakes. By the end of two weeks, 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-tweek" and feel normal again.
Today, I panic at the word, massage. From day-one, I knew “growing big breasts in two weeks” was a ridiculous waste of money and time but, remember, I was the property of The Miss Arkansas Committee. They considered themselves “all-knowing” when it came to producing a winning-contestant for the Miss America Pageant. Today, they would have probably found some back-alley Doctor to inject silicone in my small but very-proud breasts.
I liked Hiawatha Daniels but there was something unnatural about a woman massaging my breasts, for money. What a bomb I could have dropped--back then-- revealing my latest sexual encounter with breast massage, my years of incest and sexual abuse... but the year 1958-- wasn’t ready for such a shocker and--- neither was I.
Interesting to note: When the Director of the 1958 Miss America Pageant, Lenora Slaughter, met with me and other contestants on the first day of competition, the first thing she said was: “Girls, pad your swimsuits, your evening gowns, whatever you think needs enhancing--I don’t care! I want to wow the Audience, the Judges, and the Press.... with talent, sex appeal, good looks, and lots of glamour!”
As many of you know, I lived with my sexual secrets until 2016, when I published my life story. Finally-- My Book: THE BEAUTY QUEEN, Let No Deed Go Unpublished-- exposed everything and everybody--to ALL the world.