On March 9, 2024, the Miss World 2023 pageant was held to choose a beauty queen once again. The crown went to Krystyna Pyszková of the Czech Republic. To honor this event, we decided to take a look at the history of the contest and find out how the jury’s approach to assessing women’s beauty has changed over the decades.
1950s: it all started with a scandal.
Kiki Håkansson (Sweden), Miss World 1951
In 1951, as part of the Festival of Britain, the Festival Bikini Contest was held, which journalists later named Miss World. This event became a scandal because in those days a bikini was considered indecent.
Swedish beauty Kikki Håkansson became the winner of this first pageant. And to this day, she remains the only winner to have received her crown while wearing a bikini. Later, the finalists would wear a one-piece swimsuit or evening gown to the awards ceremony.
Denise Perrier (France), Miss World 1953, and Marita Lindahl (Finland), Miss World 1957
Despite the 1951 bikini scandal, the contest founder Eric Morley was pleased with the public attention and decided to hold the pageant annually. His requirements for potential participants were as follows: single women without children aged 17 to 27.
Corine Rottschäfer (Netherlands), Miss World 1959
In 1959, a major British television channel agreed to broadcast the pageant, thus making it even more popular. Corine Rottschäfer found herself in a delicate situation before the awarding ceremony when she discovered that her evening gown had holes in it. Another contestant lent Corine the dress and eventually finished third, while Corine became the winner.
1960s: Miss World is gaining momentum.
Katharina Lodders (Netherlands), Miss World 1962
In the 1960s, the Miss World pageant became one of the most watched television shows. The cash prize for the winner was increased from £500 to £2,500. In 1961, the requirements for contestants were also changed: the upper age limit was now 25 years old.
Katharina Lodders, who was crowned in 1962, addressed these criteria in her own way. On collecting the award, she said out loud, «I don’t think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world — I am the most beautiful girl here.»
Ann Sidney (Great Britain), Miss World 1964
In 1964, the winner was Ann Sidney, who later made a career in the movie industry. By the way, Morley introduced a new rule that same year: he forbade the mothers of contestants to accompany their daughters. The reason why was because the mother of one of the girls caused a lot of inconvenience to the organizers, getting involved in their work.
Reita Faria (India), Miss World 1966
In the late 1960s, the contest became even bigger. In 1966, Morley sent invitations to more than 70 countries, 66 of which were happy to respond. And in 1968, for the first time in the history of the event, a married girl was allowed to participate. In the 1970s, however, a strict criterion for the marital status of contestants was reintroduced: single only, period.
1970s: feminists change the essence of the pageant.
Jennifer Hosten (Grenada), Miss World 1970
The beginning of the decade was marked by a new scandal. In 1970, a week before the pageant, British feminists claimed that Miss World objectified women and threatened to interrupt the show. And they did it. When the event was in full swing, some female guests rose from their seats and began to blow whistles, jingle rattles and shout slogans. Later, the movie Misbehaviour starring Keira Knightley was based on these events.
In 1970, Jennifer Hosten won the crown. She became the first black woman to win it.
Marie Stävin (Sweden), Miss World 1977, and Silvana Suárez (Argentina), Miss World 1978
The conflict with feminists forced the organizers to think about the message the pageant was sending to the world. And in 1972, Eric Morley and his wife announced that the event would now be held under the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose.» The contestants were also required to present their charity projects to the jury.
1980s: «Beauty With a Purpose»
Mariasela Álvarez (Dominican Republic), Miss World 1982
In the 1980s, the slogan «Beauty With a Purpose» got another meaning: new tests of intelligence and personality were added to the contest program. In the eyes of the judges, the contestants’ personal qualities became as important as their looks.
Giselle Laronde (Trinidad and Tobago), Miss World 1986
In the second half of the decade, the contest became criticized again. The public in different countries didn’t like the fact that girls were judged only by representatives of Western countries. And in 1986, Morley decided to hold the preliminaries of the contest in Macau and give the Eastern judges the opportunity to select the contestants. The winner that year was Giselle Laronde from Trinidad and Tobago. This was the first time a representative of this country won the crown.
Ulla Weigerstorfer (Austria), Miss World 1987
And in 1987, the organizers ignored their own rule that allowed to participate girls aged only 17 to 25 and let a 26-year-old beauty to compete for the crown. Later, the upper age limit would be made 27 again.
1990s: crisis
Aishwarya Rai (India), Miss World 1994
In the early 1990s, the popularity of the contest began to decline, and major TV channels stopped broadcasting it. But Morley wasn’t going to give up and managed to find ways to organize the contest at a lower cost.
Yukta Mookhey (India), Miss World 1999
In the second half of the decade, the organizers decided to gather a jury of representatives of different professions from all over the world in order to increase the interest of the audience. So, now beauties were judged by actors and actresses, athletes, magazine editors, and top models from different countries.
2000s: a woman takes the reins.
Agbani Darego (Nigeria), Miss World 2001
In 2000, Eric Morley passed away, so his wife Julia took on her husband’s work and decided to make some adjustments. For example, she called the pageant «stupid and horrible» and promised to make it «more positive» for women. She condemned the part of the show where girls had to first parade around in swimsuits and then give interviews about their life ambitions. «Not because I thought there was something wrong, horrible, and unnatural about swimsuits, but I thought you generally don’t feel comfortable if someone is interviewing you in a tux, and you are in a bathing suit,» Julia said.
Rosanna Davison (Ireland), Miss World 2003, and Kaiane Aldorino (Gibraltar), Miss World 2009
In 2004, Julia Morley surpassed her spouse by managing to gather a then record number of participating countries — 107 girls took part in the competition.
2010s: no swimsuits
Megan Young (Philippines), Miss World 2013
In 2013, the contestants traveled to Bali. It was the first time the event was held in Southeast Asia. Also, for the first time in the history of the contest, a girl from the Philippines, Megan Young, won the crown.
Manushi Chhillar (India), Miss World 2017
Julia Morley, who had previously voiced her discontent with overly revealing costumes of contestants,
decided to remove the swimsuit competition from the pageant in 2015. She said, «We are really not looking at her bottom. We are really listening to her speak.»
2020s: what’s next?
Karolina Bielawska (Poland), Miss World 2021
The first event of the new decade wasn’t really big. In 2022, the number of countries participating in the contest was the smallest since 2003 — only 97. The winner was Karolina Bielawska from Poland. Next time, the Miss World jury gathered in 2024 and crowned Krystyna Pyszková from the Czech Republic.
Krystyna Pyszková (Czech Republic), Miss World 2023
Since modern trends criticize various beauty standards, there is a possibility that the Miss World organizers will choose to stop using any selection criteria for future contestants, following the example of Miss Universe. In 2023, the latter removed the upper age limit for contestants. And since Julia Morley suggests that it is personality that should be evaluated, we are sure that changes in the contest are not long to wait.
Speaking about Miss Universe. Here’s what 16 Miss Universe winners look like now.
Preview photo credit Harry Pot / Nationaal Archief / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0 NL DEED, Historia de la belleza / Wikimedia Commons, EAST NEWS, Rajanish Kakade / Associated Press / East News
My Mother-in-Law’s Online Persona Helped Fund a Surprise Gift We Never Expected
I was furious when I discovered my mother-in-law’s secret parenting blog featuring my son, Liam. But on his first birthday, Claire showed up with a gift we never expected and a shocking explanation that changed everything.
I’ve always thought of myself as someone who sees the best in people. Maybe a little too much. I’m Brooke, 27, married to Jake, 29, and mom to our little boy, Liam. Our life isn’t perfect, but it’s ours.
A thoughtful and happy woman standing on the front porch | Source: Midjourney
We live in a cozy home on the outskirts of town, where Jake works long hours as a project manager, and I’m figuring out how to be a mom without losing my mind.
When I first met Jake’s mom, Claire, I thought I’d hit the jackpot in the in-law department. She was in her 50s and looked elegant, the kind of woman who could pull off yoga pants and a messy bun as if she’d just stepped out of a lifestyle magazine. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her eyes when Jake introduced me.
A smiling senior woman | Source: Midjourney
She hugged me like she’d known me forever, saying, “I’ve heard so much about you, Brooke! Finally, I get to meet the woman who’s stolen my son’s heart.”
It felt good. Like I belonged.
Claire was easy to talk to. She had a laid-back vibe that made our early dinners smooth and fun. We’d swap recipes, laugh about Jake’s childhood quirks, and discuss travel plans. But looking back, maybe I should have paid more attention to how she casually dominated conversations — always steering them back to herself.
A thoughtful woman sitting alone in her room | Source: Midjourney
Things changed when Jake and I announced we were having a baby.
The baby shower was the first sign.
I was sitting on our living room couch, trying to soak in the moment. The decorations were simple but heartfelt. There were soft blues and yellows, little stuffed animals, and a homemade cake from my best friend.
A homemade cake topped with fruits | Source: Pexels
Then Claire arrived.
She stepped in like she owned the place, wearing a tailored white dress with impeccably styled hair and heels that clacked against our hardwood floor like a metronome. Following her was a man with a camera slung around his neck.
“Mom?” Jake blinked in surprise. “What’s with the photographer?”
Claire beamed. “Oh, darling, he’s here to capture the day! It’s a special moment — my grandbaby’s celebration!” She leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Brooke, sweetheart, don’t you worry. I’ve got this all planned.”
I plastered on a smile. “That’s… thoughtful. Thank you.”
A woman forces a smile while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
The thing is, it wasn’t thoughtful. Not really. Every shot was curated to showcase her. Claire posing by the cake. Claire arranging gifts. Claire with her hand on my belly like she was the one carrying Liam. I half-expected her to start giving out autographs.
When the photos surfaced on her social media, the captions made me wince: “A special day for my growing family.” No mention of me or Jake. Just her and Liam.
Things spiraled after Liam was born.
A yawning newborn baby | Source: Pexels
Claire started visiting twice a week, always with a wide smile and that signature air of confidence. At first, I appreciated her help. She’d offer to take Liam for a few hours so I could nap or catch up on laundry. It felt like a blessing.
“Brooke, darling,” she’d say as she packed the diaper bag, “you need to rest. You’re doing so much.”
But then she started saying things that made my skin crawl.
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
One afternoon, as she was buckling Liam into his car seat, she smiled at me over her shoulder. “Jake asked me to help out more. He’s worried you’re overwhelmed.”
I blinked. “He… what?”
“He called me last night,” she continued, her voice calm, almost rehearsed. “He said you’ve been struggling. He thought it’d be best if I took Liam for a few hours each week.”
That night, I confronted Jake.
“Did you ask your mom to babysit?” I blurted out as we folded laundry.
A close-up shot of a woman holding a stack of neatly folded shirts | Source: Pexels
Jake’s brow furrowed. “No. Why would I? I mean, I appreciate the help, but I thought that was your idea.”
“She said you asked her to,” I pressed. “That you’re worried about me.”
Jake shook his head. “Honey, I never asked Mom to babysit. Not once.”
My gut twisted. Something felt off.
The truth hit me one night during a 2 a.m. feeding.
Liam was nestled in my arms, his tiny fingers gripping my shirt as I scrolled through my phone. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but a familiar face on the screen jolted me awake.
A woman holding her baby boy | Source: Midjourney
Claire.
Except, it wasn’t just a picture of Claire. It was a parenting blog — under a name I didn’t recognize, but there she was. Hair perfectly styled, smiling broadly, holding Liam in her living room.
I clicked the first post, my heart pounding.
“Motherhood is a journey, and I’m here to share it with all of you wonderful moms out there!”
What followed was post after post featuring Liam. Photos of him napping, playing with toys, even a video of his first bath. The captions were detailed, offering tips on feeding schedules and bedtime routines.
A baby sitting on the carpet and playing with blocks | Source: Pexels
“Are you kidding me?” I whispered, scrolling faster. It wasn’t just one post. It was a whole series — hundreds of photos and videos. She’d documented our life without saying a word to me.
Then I read the worst part.
“After childbirth, it’s important to focus on self-care. Here’s what worked for me: Tips on getting your baby to sleep through the night.”
She wasn’t claiming to be Liam’s grandma. Everything she posted implied she was his mother.
The next morning, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I dialed Claire’s number, my hands trembling with anger.
A woman using her phone in her room at night | Source: Midjourney
“Good morning, Brooke!” she chirped. “How’s my favorite little guy?”
I gripped the phone tighter. “How dare you?”
A pause. “Excuse me?”
“You’ve been running a blog — with photos and videos of my son. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Silence.
“Claire,” I seethed, “you crossed a line. We trusted you. I trusted you. And you’ve been parading Liam around online like he’s your son.”
“Brooke, it’s not like that,” she began, her voice softening.
A senior woman tries to explain herself while talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t gaslight me. We’re done, Claire. You’ve severed every tie.”
****
Liam’s first birthday was a quiet affair at home. It was nothing fancy, just close family, a homemade cake, and a few balloons. Jake and I had agreed to keep it simple; our savings were tight, and we weren’t about to splurge on an elaborate party for a baby who’d be more interested in the wrapping paper than the gifts.
A little boy wearing a party hat and sitting on a white high chair on his birthday | Source: Pexels
Still, I couldn’t shake the nerves as we set up. Claire hadn’t come by since our phone conversation. We’d exchanged some tense texts but nothing that hinted at reconciliation. She was now coming to Liam’s party, and I had no idea what to expect.
Jake noticed my fidgeting as I rearranged the balloons for the third time.
A close-up shot of balloons | Source: Pexels
“Babe, relax,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Mom’s not coming to start trouble. It’s Liam’s day.”
I nodded, trying to believe him. But my chest tightened as I heard the knock at the door.
Claire stood there holding a small, carefully wrapped gift box.
A close-up shot of a person holding a gift box with a brown ribbon | Source: Pexels
She looked different. Softer, somehow. Gone was the glamorous version of her I’d seen online. Today, she was in a simple cardigan and jeans, her hair styled in a loose bun.
“Hi,” she said quietly.
“Hi,” I replied, glancing at Jake, who gave me a reassuring nod.
Claire’s eyes darted nervously between me and Jake. “I wasn’t sure if I should come.”
“You’re Liam’s grandma,” Jake said gently. “Of course, you should be here.”
A man smiles softly while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
I stepped aside to let her in. She walked in slowly, her gaze immediately finding Liam, who was toddling around the living room in his birthday outfit: a tiny shirt with “One-derful” printed on it.
“Oh, look at you!” Claire’s face lit up. She knelt down, arms outstretched. “Come to Grandma!”
Liam hesitated for a moment before wobbling toward her. Claire scooped him up, her eyes misting as she kissed his cheek.
I watched the scene, and my emotions tangled. Anger, guilt, confusion, and love. It was all there, swirling around in my chest.
A woman caught in a moment of emotional struggle | Source: Midjourney
“Let’s do presents,” Jake suggested, sensing the tension. “Liam’s been eyeing that pile all morning.”
We gathered around the small stack of gifts, and Jake handed Liam the first one to tear open. Claire sat quietly, holding her little box on her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the ribbon.
Finally, Jake nodded toward her. “Mom, is that for Liam?”
Claire blinked, startled. “Oh! Yes. Yes, it is.” She stood and handed the box to me. “But… it’s more for all of you.”
I frowned, puzzled, as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.
A close-up shot of a woman opening a gift | Source: Pexels
Inside was a set of keys.
I stared at them, confused. “What?”
“It’s your family house,” Claire said softly, her voice trembling. “For you, Jake, and Liam.”
Jake and I exchanged stunned looks.
“What do you mean, our house?” Jake asked, his brow furrowed.
A man looking a bit surprised | Source: Midjourney
Claire took a deep breath, her hands twisting nervously. “I know how hard you’ve been working, Jake. And Brooke, I’ve seen how much you’ve given up to be the best mom you can be. I also know how hard it is to buy a house at your age. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how to do it without making you feel like I was interfering.”
I could feel my heart pounding as she spoke.
A woman looks with understanding and warmth at someone | Source: Midjourney
“So, I started the blog,” she continued. “At first, it was just for fun. But then people started following, commenting, asking questions… and I realized I could use it for something bigger. I started a crowdfunding campaign — anonymously — to raise money for a house.”
My mouth dropped open. “Wait. You’re saying… you bought us a house?”
Claire nodded, tears spilling over. “It was supposed to be a surprise down payment, but the blog took off faster than I ever imagined. I managed to save enough to buy it outright.”
A sad and emotional senior woman | Source: Midjourney
Jake ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “Mom, this is… I don’t even know what to say.”
I couldn’t speak. I was still processing everything — the lies, the secrecy, the overwhelming generosity.
Claire turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Brooke, I’m so sorry for how things went. I never meant to hurt you. I just, I didn’t know how else to help. I saw how stressed you both were, and I wanted to give Liam the future he deserves.”
A little boy climbing a wooden ladder | Source: Pexels
Her voice broke, and I felt my tears welling up. “You lied to us,” I whispered. “You took photos of Liam without asking. You made it look like you were his mom.”
“I know,” Claire said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m sorry. I let it get out of hand. I should have told you from the start.”
Jake stepped in, his voice calm but firm. “Mom, why didn’t you just ask us if we needed help?”
A man with understanding and warmth in his eyes | Source: Midjourney
“Because I was afraid you’d say no,” Claire admitted. “You’re both so independent, so determined to do everything on your own. I thought if I offered money, you’d refuse. So, I did it my way. And I’m not saying it was the right way, but it was the only way I could think of.”
The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
Finally, I spoke. “Where’s the house?”
Claire’s face brightened. “It’s just a few streets over. Close enough that I can babysit — if you want me to.”
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”
A man laughing | Source: Midjourney
I looked at him, my heart swelling with emotion. “We have a house, Jake. Our own house.”
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. “Yeah, we do.”
Claire wiped her eyes. “I know I’ve made mistakes. And I know I have a lot to make up for. But I hope… I hope you can forgive me.”
I stood, crossing the room to where she sat. My mind flashed back to all the moments of tension, the hurtful words, the mistrust. And yet, here she was, offering us the very thing we’d dreamed of: a home.
A back view of a loving couple standing in front of a house | Source: Pexels
Without a word, I pulled her into a hug.
Claire stiffened for a moment before melting into the embrace, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
“We’ll figure it out,” I whispered. “Together.”
She pulled back, her eyes shimmering. “Thank you, Brooke.”
Jake joined us, wrapping his arms around both of us. Liam giggled from his spot on the floor, completely unaware of the emotional storm around him.
A little boy celebrating his first birthday | Source: Pexels
At that moment, I realized something important: Claire and I might never see the world the same way, but we loved Liam more than anything. And that love was enough to bridge the gap.
“Happy birthday, little man,” Jake whispered, scooping Liam into his arms. “Here’s to your new home.”
And as we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew this was just the beginning.
The beginning of our family’s next chapter.
A woman beaming with joy | Source: Midjourney
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