As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Korea on February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, reality TV star, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company (Flipside Fitness), CEO of my own boxing club (Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing), and now I'm launching my 3rd business -- Empowered Clubhouse.


After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and returned to Toronto, Canada. But then I left again. This time it was for the Philippines. That's where I am now, living in the land of the happy people. The struggles are real and the struggles are many but I'm living life on my terms, I'm calling the shots, and I'm doing what I love. Life is an amazing adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Friday, August 23, 2019

Epic Fail... Friday, August 23

With so much anticipation over the recent mounds of boxed donations dropped off at my clubhouse, I left them till tonight to sort and separate.  I had launched a clothing drive and had put it out there on social media.  Several of my fighters had dropped off stuff but because of the craziness of the week, it wasn't until late tonight that I got a chance to go through the donations.

I had asked for gently used clothing but what I got was a lot of random this and that items.

In total, I think I got about 11 items of clothes. 

I felt so defeated to tell you the truth.

Eleven items of clothing to give to 76 girls.

There was no clothing in that clothing drive and the only drive was them driving me crazy with the disappointment of it.  I was shocked.  I tried to do an Instagram story about it but was totally lost for words over what to say. 

I know that those who had donated did so because they wanted to help, the donations came from good intentions, but somehow they had totally missed the boat on used clothing.  And as for what was donated, I didn't even know what half the stuff was.  It was like a bad garage sale, the rejects at a garage sale that only buy because you feel bad for the kid stuff selling them in the sun.

That sounds harsh, I know, it felt even harsher opening up the donations and being faced with them.

Now I have no idea how I'm going to tell the Lil' Sistas tomorrow that I have nothing for them.

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