I’m hitting the air, my fear, my fatigue.
I’m hitting the limitations that were imposed on me since childhood.
Like “a girl should be quiet,” or “too much sexuality is vulgar.”
But I’m not quiet.
And I’m not comfortable.
I’m like a straight right hand: unexpected, precise, right in the face.
My sport is my daily meditation. I train my body so as not to lose my spirit. I break a pear, because emotions cannot be kept in a cage in me.
So yes, I can be in lace and in gloves at the same time.
This is not a contradiction. This is my truth. And if you don’t see what’s behind it, then you’re not ready to see me yet.