She sat with her eyes closed, hoping not to be chosen. She really wanted to be invisible at this point. She didn’t want them to notice her sat in their corner. But they did and they expected her to perform – you know, like the others…
It’s like time stood still. A glitch in the matrix and a bead of sweat dripped down his nose and landed in her mouth.
Follow one woman’s journey into the world of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, why she fights, shy she doesn’t join anyone on the picket line and why she feels akin to the Suffragettes.
(Please note that this is a work-in-progress piece.)