As some of you already know, I love fighting – [kick]boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, wrestling, MMA, etc. Better yet, I’m finally getting the chance to make it an integral part of my life by actually learning and practicing it. Training for a real fight is nothing short of a dream for me – I’m blessed and thrilled, and I damn well know it.
But no, I’m not writing this post to bore you all to death with my fitness- and fighting-induced bliss, so y’all are still going to be needing your pre-recorded dolphin sounds to fall asleep tonight.
I actually want to share what it’s like to be a female fighter in this ridiculous world. To explain this, first I have to tell you what it means to be a female in general around here.
It means that we’re expected to be pretty, cute, sweet, and delicate… nothing more, and nothing less. Furthermore, it means that we’re supposed to live our lives and make all of our decisions around – yep, you guessed it – being pretty, cute, sweet, and delicate.