It's not the weight that's lost that really amounts.
It's not the makeup design, or the gown that you wear,
Or the shape of your build or the length of your hair.
You see, the growth of a Queen is all done inside,
It's nothing support hose or makeup can hide.
The real preparation is done in the mind,
It's leaving your fears and your faults all behind.
It's lifting your soul to a place that's far seen,
It's molding a woman to the height of a Queen.
It's hard and it's work, it's not easily done,
But when it is over, you'll know who has won.
When the pageant is through and the lights are turned down,
You will know you're a winner and you will have your crown.
You see, all crowns are made different, it's really an art,
Yours can be rhinestones or the growth of the heart.
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