Strike one: I’m a woman. Strike two: I am small. Strike three: I picked the most physically demanding sport possible. Truth is, I always wanted to fight. I’ve dreamed about it for a long time. At the age of 14, I was gifted my very first iPod and created my Apple ID. The security question […]
Read moreAnxiety, Easy as 123
Broken bones, sprained ligaments, torn muscles, bruised shins, black eyes. Sometimes it’s really easy to look at someone at training and see all their aches, ailments, and pains as it’s at the forefront of their physicality. But unless you really look at a person, we miss the invisible suffering no one talks about. The kind […]
Read moreWe Are Women, Now Hear Us Roar
Did you ever notice how the world seems to pit powerful women against each other? Whether it’s an assumed power due to career rank, achievement in sports, or perceived conceptual beauty, it always has to be a constant competition among us females in a dog eat dog world where women can never share the crown, […]
Read moreAin’t No Hood Like Parenthood
I am not a parent. I had grown up harboring no maternal aspirations nor dreams of bearing children. In fact, my early 20s were marred with such negative thoughts when it came to raising children, that I would turn down dates with anyone who was already a father. It simply was a deal breaker for […]
Read moreBeauty in the Beast
I have a confession to make. I am not beautiful. A good majority of the time I look in the mirror and I do not like what I see. I’m constantly questioning my self-worth and wondering if I am as ugly as I am often told. I’ll never be the pretty girl, the graceful one […]
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