As the story has it, I woke up and found myself on the very opposite side of the globe – the flipside. I arrived February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d simply do a year, then leave. Years later and I’m still here. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company, Flipside Fitness, and CEO of my own boxing club, Korea's largest -- Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing.

After 11.5yrs in Korea, I picked up one day and left. I returned to Toronto, Canada but only to pack up my bags and venture out again. Now I'm living in Makati, Philippines. Life for me is better in Asia and I'm so happy here. This isn't a new chapter in the book of my life though, it's a whole new book I've started!!! I'm a whole new woman. I left Korea with Flipside Fitness on my brain, Hulk's in my heart, boxing in my bag, and my four-legged friend Balboa Button by my side.

Life is an adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

To Be More than Just a Pretty Face... Sunday, January 29

I'm 36, what the hell do I really care about whether I'm hot or not. I don't.

I'm 36 and into men, so what the hell do I really care whether you're hot or not. Again, I don't.

I'm too old to care but that's not even the thing though. I never did care.

I'm not being passive aggressive here and I'm not being bitter, I'm more or less just expressing a simple disgust and annoyance with those who think being hot is everything. How is the world a better place because of you? I care about questions like that and, for me at least, that's kind of how I put value on my life, how am I'm making a positive impact and giving back to society -- putting positive out there into the universe and using my talents. I think being hot was something we cared about in high school, something that was acceptable to care about when we were young and dumb, but we're adults now. Adult-up and care about things that matter, please.

A certain someone, I won't name-names here, is always flaunting herself on Instagram, Snapchat and Facebook, and she's not the only one I know who does this. She's a good looking girl, sure, but if that's all she thinks she has to offer this world than that's pretty sad. It's super sad that she's not doing anything about it either beyond proudly milking the "Hot Card". "Sweetie", I want to tell her, "when we're both old and gray we're going to be equally wrinkled but at least I'll have something to talk about."

I'm not hating... I'm just saying...

Us as females didn't evolve this far in history, in HERstory, only to make ourselves out to be these physical objects only good for looking at. It's like one step forward for mankind, ten steps back for womankind. It's like the girl at Systems who wears her bra as a top and a pair of shorts that her cheeks hardly stay in yet she gives guys the evil eye whenever they look at her. Even I find myself looking at her, partly because I'm itching to see the day she splits her pants squatting and I pee my pants laughing. I'm a female, she's a female, we both know that outfit is uncomfortable and it screams "look at me" so don't be getting mad when people look at you, seriously. She's all for being proud of her body, that's awesome, and if she has the confidence to wear such an outfit than props to her, so many of us ladies don't. But don't be hating on the guys when they look at you or at least be fair with your evil-eye giving and give us ladies starring at you the evil eye too. You've made yourself out to be this walking, squatting sexual object when I'm sure in your head you're wanting to be viewed as this confident, empowered woman.

Okay, so I'm not hating, I'm not being passive aggressive or being bitter either, but I am venting and I'm deviating from what I really wanted to say.

There's a lot of beautiful people in the world. God gifted some with more looks than others while the rest of us lean on MAC make-up and our hair stylist, but looks aren't everything.

I saw a girl on the subway the other day who looked like she was a burn victim. I was actually quite intrigued by her because of this actually. Her face looked as if the skin had tried to melt off her cheek bones and yet she just stood there while others around her tried to not look like it was so obvious they were looking at her. "That's beautiful", I told myself. Despite the looks she was getting, it didn't even bother her. Maybe it did but she definitely didn't show it. She owned her look and bursted with confidence. I looked at the book she was holding and it was some kind of sports psychology book so I asked her if it was good. She told me it was okay but not as good as this other book she had just finished. I then suggested "Mind Gym" to her -- best sports psychology book ever. She then told me she was doing research for her PhD that she was working on and would check it out.

I was impressed. Her confidence made her beautiful and her intellectual mind made her pretty too, but her being proactively about bettering herself and doing something with her skills and talents was admirable.

Brains ARE beauty, purpose is passion and something to obtain and respect, and us women need to flaunt that more and get to that point where we're making our mark in this world, making it a better place.

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