We were raised like children, and our mothers told us how to behave, but most of our time growing up was spent worrying about getting through the day without a scratch. We were taught to believe that we could be a grown man and make it at the gym.
We were taught to believe, but we also had to be disciplined and taught how to behave in the gym so we would stay in shape.
Some of us could not get in the gym, so it was only men we found who were fit, but we needed the rest of the girls for help.
My mum is in pain. No wonder she cannot get in the gym because her muscles are weak. I am in pain. My mother’s strength needs to rest.
We are young kids trying to understand who we are after all. In many countries, these very young girls are killed, beaten, and abandoned as they come into contact with these vicious and illegal sports. We are the victims of violence in our sport. It is the end of innocence for so many and yet, our sport is still alive because of violence.
We are too young to realise that, at the cost of our lives and health, we are doing this to ourselves and others.