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
I Fled My Ex with My Daughter Only to Face a Woman from My Past Set on Ruining My Life — Story of the Day

I thought escaping my ex with my daughter would be the hardest part, but I was wrong. Returning to my small hometown brought a storm I never saw coming.
Returning to my hometown felt like scheduling a root canal—something you know you have to do but would rather avoid at all costs. Every street, every familiar face, and even the smell of the place screamed, “Failure!”
Mom greeted us at the door. Sophie, my ten-year-old daughter, gave me a side-eye from the moment we stepped off the bus. Her expression practically shouted, “Really, Mom? This was your grand plan?”

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Things didn’t get better once we got home.
“You haven’t even unpacked,” Mom sighed, standing in my doorway.
“It’s a strategy. Maybe we’ll leave sooner than you think.”
“Brilliant. Maybe plan a magical return of your dignity while you’re at it,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.
Dinner wasn’t much of a break.

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“I want to live with Dad!” Sophie announced, dropping her fork with a clatter. “At least he doesn’t drag me to some… nowhere town!”
Mom opened her mouth, probably to say something “helpful,” but I raised a hand to stop her. She gave me a long look, then went back to her soup. Sophie’s words hung in the air like a bad smell.
That night, as I stared at the cracks in the ceiling, I realized something had to change. So, the following morning, I went to the local employment center. The place hadn’t changed a bit since high school. It was still small, stuffy, and suffocatingly dull. I was scanning the job postings when…

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“Is that Mia? I don’t believe it!”
I turned to see Ethan, the guy everyone in high school wanted to sit next to in class. He still had that boy-next-door smile that could melt ice.
“Ethan.”
We fell into an easy conversation.
“Still can’t believe it’s you,” Ethan said, shaking his head with a grin. “You haven’t changed a bit, Mia.”

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I snorted. “Liar. I’m at least ten pounds and ten thousand regrets heavier.”
“You always had the best comebacks. Some things never change.”
As we chatted, I felt myself relaxing for the first time in weeks. He talked about his recent move back to town. I mostly nodded and smiled, letting his voice fill the empty spaces in my mind.
Then, almost casually, he said, “You know, we should catch up properly. Coffee? My treat.”
Coffee. A normal, adult conversation without judgment, pity, or awkward silences.

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“Coffee sounds… good.”
And then, I heard the door open. I turned to see a woman in a designer blazer and heels sharp enough to puncture tires. She stood there like she was waiting for applause.
“Well, well,” she cooed. “If it isn’t Ethan Carter. It’s been ages. How’s life treating our golden boy?”
Ethan, ever the gentleman, smiled politely. “Vivian. Good to see you. Life’s good, thanks. I didn’t know you were still in town.”

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“Still?” she asked, feigning surprise. “Oh, I’m more than ‘still’ here.” Her eyes darted to me then. “I see you’ve already got company. Mia? Is that really you?”
I barely had time to process her words before she added, “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me. ‘Chubby Vi’? The girl who was, oh, so invisible back in school?”
Oh no. Suddenly, it all came rushing back—Vivian. The quiet, awkward girl no one noticed. But this time, she was standing in front of me, polished and commanding, looking like she owned not just the room but the entire town. And, maybe, she did.

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“Of course,” I said. “It’s been a long time.”
She gave me a sugary smile. “It has. And yet, here we are. Funny how life works, isn’t it? What brings you to the employment center, Mia? Don’t tell me… you’re looking for a job?”
“That’s right. Gotta pay the bills, you know.”
“Well, you’re in luck. I just happen to have a position available at the city café. It’s a cleaning position. Don’t worry, Mia. I’m sure you’ll pick it up quickly. And think of the perks! Free coffee at the end of the day.”

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Ethan stepped slightly closer to me. “Vivian, maybe this isn’t the time…”
“Oh, nonsense,” she interrupted. “I’m just being neighborly. Isn’t that what you like about our little town, Ethan? The… charm?”
Her eyes locked on mine again. My pride begged me to walk away, but Sophie’s face flashed in my mind. I couldn’t afford to let my ego win that one.
“Wow,” I said, forcing a tight smile. “A dream opportunity like that? How could I possibly say no?”

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Vivian’s satisfaction practically radiated off her. “That’s the spirit. Tomorrow at 7 a.m. Don’t be late.”
She turned on her razor-sharp heels, leaving the room. I stood there, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
“It’s fine,” I muttered. “She wins this round.”
***
The days at my new job were nothing short of a sitcom where I played the hapless lead. Dirty floors, spilled coffee, leftover crumbs—it felt like the café had conspired to keep me perpetually armed with a mop.

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And then there was Vivian. Like clockwork, she showed up during my shift.
“Oh no!” she gasped dramatically, knocking her latte off the edge of the table. “How clumsy of me! Mia, darling, you wouldn’t mind cleaning that up, would you? You’re so good at it.”
I plastered on a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Of course, Vivian. Can’t let your expensive shoes suffer, can we?”
Her lips curved in a condescending smirk. “That’s the spirit. Such a team player.”

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The next day, Vivian continued her petty antics—sugar mysteriously scattered, chairs left deliberately askew, all designed to keep me busy and humiliated. At home, Sophie’s resentment only grew, and the weight of my guilt became unbearable. I knew something had to change.
While wiping down counters one afternoon, I noticed a job posting for a waitress position. Gathering my courage, I asked Mr. Larkin if I could switch roles. To my surprise, he agreed without hesitation.

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When Vivian arrived during my next shift, expecting to see me with a mop, her surprise was evident as she spotted me carrying a tray instead. She commented about my “progress,” masking her annoyance with false cheer, but I couldn’t help feeling a small, satisfying victory.
Still, I had a nagging sense that Vivian wasn’t finished yet.

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***
I had forgotten what it felt like to be excited about something as simple as a date. That night, I left the mop bucket and spilled sugar behind and felt like a person again. Ethan picked a cozy restaurant, one of those places with dim lighting and candles on the tables that made everything seem romantic, even if you were just eating breadsticks.
“You clean up nice,” he said, pulling out my chair. “Not that you don’t always look great in… uh, aprons and sneakers.”

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“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I quipped, sitting down. “And for the record, those are high-performance sneakers. Very trendy in the cleaning world.”
The conversation flowed easily, from shared memories of high school to ridiculous stories about his failed attempts at cooking. The waiter brought us pasta and wine, and I was starting to believe the night was perfect.
Suddenly, I heard the cold voice, sending a chill straight through me.
“Wow, Mia. Look at you. A dress and everything.”

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I looked up to see my ex-husband, Darren, standing at the table with a smug expression. He was dressed like he’d just stepped off a yacht, which was ironic given he’d probably get seasick in a kiddie pool.
“Darren! What are you doing here?”
“Oh, just stopping by to let you know I’m taking my daughter, Sophie,” he said casually like he was announcing he’d picked up a gallon of milk.
“What?” My fork clattered onto my plate. “You can’t just…”

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“I can, and I will,” he interrupted. “She deserves better than this… situation.”
The unspoken questions hung in the air. I felt the walls closing in. It looked like I had been hiding an entire part of my life from Ethan.
“You didn’t mention you had a daughter,” Ethan finally said.
“I was going to,” I stammered. “Tonight, actually…”
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Darren cut in with a laugh. “I just thought Ethan should know who he’s getting involved with.”

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Ethan pushed back his chair and stood up. “I think I’ll let you two work this out.”
He left me alone with Darren.
“Well, that went well,” Darren said, sitting down across from me like he owned the place. “Don’t worry, Mia. I’m not taking Sophie. My new life doesn’t exactly have room for… distractions.”
“Then why are you here?” I snapped, anger bubbling to the surface.
“Oh, just a little favor for a friend. She said you were trying to rebuild your little love life. Thought I’d lend a hand.”

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And that’s when it hit me. Of course, I knew who’d managed that. Her fingerprints were all over the wreckage of my night.
***
After that disastrous evening, I felt like the universe had thrown in the towel on me. I took a day off and decided to focus on Sophie. She deserved more than the chaos I’d been dragging her through.
So, the following morning, with a blanket, some sandwiches, and a whole bag of her favorite snacks, we set up a picnic in the backyard. Sophie giggled as we spread peanut butter on crackers and debated whether clouds looked more like rabbits or dinosaurs.

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For a moment, it felt like I could breathe again. But then, I heard Ethan’s voice.
“Hey,” he said, holding a bouquet of wildflowers. “I thought these might brighten the mood.”
Sophie’s face lit up. “Flowers? For me?”
“All yours,” Ethan said with a wink.
She squealed and bolted toward the house, yelling for Grandma to find a vase.
Ethan turned to me. “Can we talk?”

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“If you’re here to get answers about my ex, you deserve to know the truth,” I began. “Darren… he cheated on me. For years, apparently. When I found out, I packed up and left, bringing Sofie with me. Coming back here was my only option.”
“I’m sorry, Mia. No one deserves that. But it’s not about Darren. It’s about Vivian.”
“Vivian? What about her?”

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“She’s been… persistent since I moved back to town. I guess she saw my coming back as an opportunity to, I don’t know, rekindle something that was never really there.”
I sighed, the pieces clicking into place. But there was one thing I needed to know.
“Does the fact that I have a daughter scare you?”
“Scare me? Mia, beautiful girls like Sophie are the best part of life.”

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Before I could respond, Sophie came bounding back. “Come on, let’s go somewhere fun!”
Later, we were eating cotton candy at a small carnival in the next town. Sophie squealed as Ethan won her a stuffed bear at one of the games, and the way he looked at her like she was the center of the universe made something warm bloom in my chest.
I let myself believe that maybe, we were going to be okay.

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