It’s so funny how anything that has “like a girl” at the end of it is considered some kind of deficiency.
In elementary school it was like the number one comeback.
But, doing anything “like a girl” in this world full of ignorant perspectives is actually a compliment.
When I was younger – ok who am I kidding this still reigns true today- I was all about Disney princesses. I dreamed about what it would be like to be a princess in real life- little did I know I already was one- but, it wasn’t just because of all the fancier things or the love stories.. each one had a moment of courage, breakthrough strength, or stood for what they believed in.
They fought for their happy ending. And they fought like girls.
Ariel stood up for her opposing perspective on what she happened to be passionate about against her own father.
Jasmine put her foot down to laws that stripped a woman of her choice in falling in love.
Mulan became a warrior in an army she wasn’t accepted in, and saved the whole nation of China from being taken over.
Cinderella wouldn’t give up the fact that she deserved better and the simple ability to desire such things.
Belle refused to be conformed to the world around her, regardless if she was being spoken about or accepted.
Pocahontas had no fear towards the unknown when everyone around her did.
I could go on and on, but you get my point.
Happy endings didn’t just spring upon them right after a perfect and untouched life.
Their victory was already in them in the midst of trial. Their very choice in defying the odds manifested that victory.
So what’s the difference between us and a Disney princess?
We ARE princesses, and we FIGHT LIKE GIRLS.
Feels more like a compliment now don’t it?
It’s my desire to see women step into their ultimate level of confidence in just being a woman period. For living in a world where they get ridiculed and belittled by the surrounding naysayers and still walk tall because they know the truth. They know who they are. They know to whom they belong.
At the age of 12, I found myself to be the only girl in a boxing gym. I had a love for boxing because it brought my father and I together to have something to talk about when I was in my teens and I grew such a passion that at the sound of actually doing it made me leap. But it wasn’t easy.
I wasn’t treated any different just because I was a girl, I had to do the same workout the guys did:
Run 3 miles without stopping (or else you got an extra 100 push ups or sit-ups added to the 200 you already had to do of each)
3 Rounds of Jump-rope – 1 round consists of 3 minutes
2 rounds of shadow boxing
1 round per boxing bag (there were four)
200 sit ups
200 push ups and if you were asked, you’d do a few rounds of sparring. ( like a practice fight in the ring with another boxer)
Yea I know..only 12 doing this huge workout.
Some days I felt intimidated by the guys because they would say stuff to me.. you know like, “you fight like a girl” and my response would mostly be, “I am a girl.” -doy. But, in any case they felt they had the upper hand; their muscles were bigger or they punched harder. And sure, that may have been a fact but the truth was, I was strong. If not stronger because of my mindset. -I did have rough days though, sometimes I’d cry because I didn’t want to go to box. I felt alone in a world full of sweaty boys, and I mean that work out is pretty rigorous!-
One day in my age of 14 (I boxed for a total of three years), I was told that I would spar one of the guys that just so happened to have been a friend of mine.. well, before the sparring match. -yes a guy-
I was so nervous, but I got in there and danced around a bit, got in my corner and waited for the bell to go off. -Mind you, this guy had been mouthing off to our friends at school about sparring me and how he was going to knock me out.-
The first round we danced around a bit, and he started throwing out punches and I was doing my best to bob and weave. I got hit a couple times in the body and once in the face (I kept dropping my left hand.)
The timer went off to signal the round was over and I was shocked that he hit me like that. But then this craziness came over me.. I wasn’t going to be afraid of him, I was going to make him afraid of me.
The second round bell went off and I came out like a bullet. I didn’t give no time for dancing around, I started swinging. Probably took him by surprise because he kept backing up when he threw a punch. And all I kept thinking was ‘get him in the corner and light him up’ in moments that’s exactly where he ended up.
I brought out my combination punches, I went for the body first and then the head and I was connecting every single punch! The glorious moment though was my final punch, the uppercut. I prepped that punch with every bit of strength I had left and released; that uppercut hit his chin so perfectly and in adequate force he fell to his knees.
I shocked my own self. haha
I backed up and watched as he tried getting up but, he stood dazed for a bit, so our coach called it quits and that was it. The whole gym looked at me like they hadn’t ever seen me before. -oh you know the dumb remarks about being a girl was thrown out their vocabulary for sure.-
From that day on I was untouchable. I felt this new surge of confidence I hadn’t felt before and it was evident. I was proud to fight like a girl. To fight like me.
Flash forward to the now..
To be completely honest for awhile that epic and pivotal day was just a faint memory. I barely remembered that tenacity of fight within me. Until I was reminded the other day, when I felt like I couldn’t handle any more bad news. But, as I remembered the fight in me it was different this time.
It wasn’t by my own strength that I felt this revive within me it was by His.
And although I was so recharged to come out swinging, I felt like Papa was holding me back-like if I was a little sparky fighter saying, “let me at em!” and then I was provoked to seek this scripture out:
“You will NOT have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the Lord will be with you.” 2 Chronicles 20:17
Sometimes, fighting like a girl means protecting our peace and allowing Papa to keep us safe, and fight for us. “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14
If you have felt like its been a never-ending hamster ball of bad news, stress, being overwhelmed, dealing with fear, anxiety, or anything else negative.. it might be time to allow Papa to fight for you.
You’re not losing when you take time to protect your peace or rest in Him. It’s actually your greatest weapon-as I have mentioned before and will continue to cause it’s so good.-
The confidence I have in the truth that I can handle anything because He strengthens me, releases so much rest. I don’t have to prove the fight in me to anyone not even Papa. Neither do you.
Fight like a girl who knows who’s side she fights from.
Fight like a girl who believes no matter what it looks like she already has victory.
Fight like a girl who won’t surrender her peace to any negative lie.
Fight like a girl..like you.💪 You can do this, because He said so.
Take pride in being a girl lovely. It’s a gift. (who wants to pee standing up anyway? 🙈)
Papa, I thank you for protecting us, for fighting for us. For being our savior. I pray that you would revive the confidence within us to fight like a girl. I pray we would walk in your peace and know that you are our strength. Help us to discern which fighting style we are in for our current season Papa. Thank you for loving us, and for being such a great father. I love you, In Jesus name amen.
Tanisha Poni 💜