I don't think people were betting on me, but they were giving me a chance. I think I rode a wave there, by being different in appearance than the girls who preceded me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If I'm not going to bet on myself, why would anyone else bet on me.
They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.
People were actually approaching me on the street and thinking that I was an athlete. They couldn't quite place it, but a runner, or swimmer or something.
I bet on the game of baseball and I bet on my team, even the mistakes I made, I have to take a different look at someone betting against their own team... that's throwing the game.
I think people look at me and don't expect much. Even though, I expect a whole lot.
I was so worried that people wouldn't like me or my story.
Not trying to be arrogant, but if I walked down the street and a girl saw me, she might take a look back because maybe I'm good-looking, right?
Shortly thereafter, some friends encouraged me to try out for the Miss South Carolina World beauty pageant. To my surprise, I won - and was sent to New York City to compete nationally.
I think people are able to relate to my appearance. They think of me as the girl next door.
I asked no odds and I give none. A guy got in my way, I run over him.