I’m 5’3” and 100 lbs.
“Brute force” is something I’m never going to have.
When I was very young, my prison guard dad actually said “Since you’re a runt, you’re gonna have to fight dirty to survive” and then he proceeded to teach me all the nasty tricks that inmates know.
It was rather a ‘non-normal childhood’ but all my gal pals felt safe as could be when we went bar hopping.
The preferred place was at my right side where an empty beer bottle waited patiently on the floor.
:)
lol Maybe it’s that awareness. I’ve never known a petite woman (both my grandmothers & numerous friends mom’s. Heh. My little sister) who wasn’t hell on wheels if you got on their bad side. Isn’t it awful to even have to contemplate this stuff?
Life was supposed to be more peaceful by now.