Hell...I’LL stand behind you....covering your 6 as we walk into the valley of death....and I’m 5’6 and 170...every inch spitting mad!
It is not your size. It's what's in your heart that counts.
I used to work part-time for the brown trucks. I was a Teamster. I loaded about 6 tons of boxes into trucks and containers a night. One night after finishing up our belts sort, they sent me to sort envelopes. They called break. After break, the buzzer sounded the one minute warning to go back to work. I was very tired because I also had a day job and it was 2 in the morning. I went back to sorting envelopes 30 seconds too early. The union steward, who was 6-5, 260 and a bully, walked up to me and told me to go to hell. He was a foot taller and a 110 pounds bigger than me. I stood on my tippy toes, flexed my muscles and told him FU! He backed off. This was witnessed by 20 people(mostly women). Everybody hated this guy because he was a bully and was finally called out by me, a shrimp. He quit his job there 1 week later later.
I’m proud of you! That fat bully probably thought that his mere presence and size were enough to intimidate. He probably had NEVER encountered someone like you. I’m a fairly small female, and I’ve taken on two overbearing, bullying bosses (verbally and privately), and they backed down like little boys, usually with a “Sorry, m’am.” I think people can sense the fire in our eyes and bellies.
I hear ya brother....of course me being a 21 year long retired Marine helps a little too...