You Have To Fight Because You Can't

I Am Vulnerable; That's Why I Fight.

I Kind Of Like To Think Of Myself As The Bad Girl Olympian That Would Get Kicked Out Of The Miss America Pageant.

My First Injury Ever Was A Broken Toe, And My Mother Made Me Run Laps Around The Mat For The Rest Of The Night. She Said She Wanted Me To Know That Even If I Was Hurt, I Was Still Fine.

To Be A Fighter, You Have To Be Passionate. I Have So Much Passion, It's Hard To Hold It All In. That Passion Escapes As Tears From My Eyes, Sweat From My Pores, Blood From My Veins.

Even Though I Was Painted, Even Though I Had On Seven Layers Of Paint - To The Point That I Got A Tan, It Was As Thick As A Fabric - I Think I Felt The Most Naked Because I Couldn't Cover Myself At All. I Didn't Have To, So I Had To Be Much More Open And Relaxed.