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I wrote on this topic before but I guess I will have to touch on it again. It's that time of year again when pageant talk is in the air and young Jamaican ladies are strutting their stuff to be selected to be the new miss Jamaica. As per usual, the photographs of the young ladies auditioning are posted on social media and the social media world voices their opinions. The same type of comments can be seen every single year. Young ladies are called ugly, fat or not Jamaican looking. Everyone is entitled to their opinions and once you put yourself out there you will get criticized. My main issue however, is when young ladies are told that they don't look Jamaican like. How exactly does a Jamaican look? Is our motto out of many one people not understood by those in our society? Then there are those who say that we have never had a black skin young lady represent our country and my view on that is that they are newcomers and don't really follow the pageants. 

My suggestion however to the organizers of the pageant is that they don't post pictures of the auditioning process but wait until they have already selected the main batch of girls. Yes, to be in a pageant like this you have to be brave but I still think they should be a bit more considering. As for those who make it their duty to attack our Jamaican young ladies please to ensure that you are without flaws. It doesn't matter what skin tone a young lady is if she is a Jamaican she has all right to represent our country. Whenever a light skin Jamaican woman does well on the international scene why is their never any call of concern we just jump up and praise them. Let us be real for a minute because right now our country doesn't need anymore divisions. Either you embrace those have decided to represent our country or you don't say anything because it's really not he easiest of steps to take.
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