How Beauty Standards of the Miss World Pageant Have Changed

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.

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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»

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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At 58, I rediscovered love, but his ex-wife was determined to destroy our joy

At 58, I thought love had passed me by until I met Oliver. Just as our happiness began to bloom, his ex-wife stormed back into his life, determined to tear us apart. What followed was a battle for peace and the strength to overcome the shadows of the past. Could love conquer all?

“Another quiet morning,” I whispered to myself, gazing out the window at the ocean. The waves rolled in gently, and the breeze carried that familiar, salty scent.

It had been years since my divorce, and I had gotten used to the solitude.

“I don’t need anyone,” I would often remind myself, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard.

My novels had taken off once I fully committed to writing. The quiet house, with only the sound of seagulls and the ocean, gave me the peace I thought I needed.

But every so often, I’d find myself staring out at the horizon, thinking.

Is this really enough?

It wasn’t until Oliver showed up that I realized the answer might be no.

One morning, as I sipped my coffee on the porch, I noticed him for the first time. A tall, charming man, maybe a few years younger than me, strolling along the beach with his golden retriever. I watched as they passed by my house.

“Morning,” he called out, tipping his head with a friendly smile.

“Good morning,” I replied, feeling a little shy.

Each day after that, I found myself looking out for him. I would watch as he walked along the beach, sometimes playing with his dog, sometimes just staring out at the sea. And each time, my heart would skip a beat.

“Why am I so nervous?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “It’s just a neighbor. Calm down.”

But I couldn’t. And my feelings grew stronger every time I saw him. Still, I hesitated.

Can I really open up to someone again?

One afternoon, while I was trimming my roses, I heard a rustling sound and a loud thud behind me.

Startled, I turned to see a golden blur darting into my garden.

“Charlie! Get back here!” I heard Oliver call, and seconds later, he appeared, breathless and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry! He just got away from me.”

I laughed, bending down to pet the dog.

“It’s alright, really. He’s cute.”

“He’s a handful, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.”

“Do you… enjoy reading?” I asked, my voice tentative, hoping to keep the conversation alive.

Oliver chuckled. “I’m a writer. It kind of comes with the territory.”

“Really?” My eyes lit up. “I’m a novelist too.”

We talked about our favorite books, about writing, and soon enough, the conversation flowed easily.

“You know,” I said, taking a deep breath, “I don’t usually do this, but… would you like to have dinner sometime?”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, surprised but pleased.

“I’d love to.”

Just like that, the plan was set.

The next evening was perfect. We laughed and shared stories. Maybe this is what I’ve been missing all along. But just as I started to relax, a woman appeared at our table. Her eyes were hard, and she looked straight at Oliver.

“We need to talk. Now,” she demanded, completely ignoring me.

“Excuse me, we’re in the middle of…” I started.

“Not now,” she snapped, her eyes never even glancing in my direction. It was as if I didn’t exist.

I felt my face flush, my words stuck in my throat. Oliver looked flustered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“I’m sorry, Haley,” he muttered, standing up awkwardly. “I have to go.”

I watched, speechless, as he followed her out, leaving me sitting there, feeling invisible. The chatter of the restaurant buzzed around me, but I was numb, frozen in place.

The empty chair across from me seemed like a reflection of how abandoned I felt.

Two days had passed since that awkward dinner, and Oliver still hadn’t called. The silence weighed on me more than I wanted to admit. I felt hurt, confused, and, honestly, a little humiliated.

My mind kept replaying the scene, the way he left without a proper explanation, the way that woman had dismissed me as if I didn’t matter.

I sat at my desk, trying to focus on my writing, but it was no use. My thoughts kept drifting back to that night.

Had I made a mistake inviting him? Was he just playing with me? Who was that woman? And why did he leave with her without even a real explanation?

I was about to give up and close my laptop when I heard a knock at the door. My heart raced as I stood up, part of me hoping, and part of me dreading what might come next.

When I opened the door, Oliver was standing on my doorstep with flowers in his hand.

I stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“I’m sorry, Haley,” he began.

“That woman from the other night—she’s my ex-wife, Rebecca. She shows up like that sometimes, trying to stir things up and ruin my relationships. I didn’t want to make a scene in front of you, so I had to leave with her.”

I tried to mask my emotions. “Why didn’t you tell me that then?”

“I panicked. I should have explained. I’m sorry.”

He paused, offering the flowers.

“I want to make it up to you. I have a literary event coming up. Will you come? It’ll be quieter, and maybe we can spend some time together.”

I hesitated a bit but then nodded.I had dressed carefully, hoping for a peaceful evening, a chance to talk to Oliver without interruptions. Maybe, tonight will be different.

Oliver greeted me with a warm smile. “I’m glad you came.”

I smiled back, trying to push aside the unease I still felt.

The evening started well. Oliver’s presentation was engaging. For a while, I forgot about everything that had happened.

But just as I began to feel at ease, the mood in the room shifted.

I saw the same woman from that night at the restaurant. Rebecca. She strode in with a determined look on her face, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Oliver. My stomach dropped.

Without hesitation, she marched over to where Oliver and I stood, her voice sharp and loud enough to silence the conversations around us.

“You really thought you could just move on, didn’t you, Oliver?” she spat, glaring at him.

The room grew quiet, and all eyes were on us.

“Rebecca, this isn’t the time or place.”

Oliver took a step toward her, trying to calm her down, but it only made things worse.

“Time or place? How dare you?” she snapped, her voice rising. “You’re a liar and a cheat! You think you can just forget about everything we had? You think you can walk away from me?”

People began to whisper, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama.

Rebecca’s eyes turned to me then.

“And you,” she said, her voice dripping with venom, “you’re just another one of his mistakes.”

Before I could even respond, she grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby table and threw it in my face. The cold liquid soaked my hair and dress.

Gasps filled the room. For a second, I just stood there, too humiliated to move. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Security rushed in and quickly escorted Rebecca out, but the damage was already done.

I felt small and exposed. The warmth I had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a crushing sense of shame. I wiped my face and looked at Oliver, who stood there, silent and torn.

“What is going on, Oliver? Why is she doing this? And what aren’t you telling me?”

Oliver sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I… I haven’t told you everything,” he admitted, his eyes full of regret.

“Rebecca and I have been separated for a while, but during that time, I had an affair. It was a mistake, and I’ve regretted it ever since. Then Rebecca came back into my life and took control. She managed everything. My finances. My schedule. She used my guilt to keep me trapped.”

I felt a heavy weight settle over me and realized how deep that mess went.

“I’ve been trying to leave her for good, but she refuses to let go,” he continued. “I didn’t want to drag you into all of this.”

“I don’t think I can do this, Oliver,” I whispered. “I’m not ready for this kind of drama in my life.”

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked out, the cool evening air hitting my face as I stepped outside.Several days had passed since the disastrous evening at the literary event, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Oliver. Despite everything that had happened, I missed him.

I tried to push the feelings away, to convince myself that walking out had been the right choice, but the ache of missing him wouldn’t fade.

One afternoon, as I sat by the window, a flicker of movement caught my eye. It was at Oliver’s house. I watched as Rebecca hurried back and forth, swiftly loading boxes into a car.

Is he moving out? Why is she here?

I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I had to tell him that he needed to be stronger, to stand up for himself, and to stop letting people like Rebecca control his life.

Summoning my courage, I stepped outside and made my way toward his house.

But as I approached, something felt different. Oliver’s car pulled up, and when he stepped out, there was a calm, resolute look on his face—one I hadn’t seen before. I hesitated, keeping my distance, watching as he walked straight to Rebecca.

“It’s over, Rebecca,” I heard him say. “Take the money, take the house—whatever you want. But you will not interfere in my life anymore.”

Rebecca froze, staring at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” he said, his voice unwavering. “If you don’t respect that, I’ll file a restraining order. This ends today.”

I stood there, shocked. That was a side of Oliver I had never seen.

At that moment, I knew. He had finally taken control of his life, and that was exactly what I needed to see.

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