I am a somewhat simple girl, with a simple cause, pursuing a life of absolute chaos. You see, sporting to me is part of the platform of who I am.
The foundations of my athleticism can be traced back to dodging jandals flying with incredible speed from my Aunty’s hand. My aggressive competitiveness can be traced back to being winded, clotheslined, ankle tapped and every other illegal rugby tackle you can imagine from my older brothers.
As you can tell, traditional gender roles have never been observed in my family. In most cases, it is actually survival of the fittest.
A lot of the time you hear sporting speeches about strategy, being the hardest worker in the room, leading by example.
But as I sat down to write yet another sporting speech on how to be the best you, an overwhelming emotion started to build, and build, and build.
Anger - my lifelong companion since before I can remember.
Now, I am not going to commence some speech about my mental health journey, or give you a TED talk on athlete rehabilitation.
Instead, I am here to bring peace to a storm nobody wants to address.
Experiencing heightened emotions is a universal thing. However, for women there are different standards, and much stigma.
Taylor Swift once said ‘A man does something, it's 'strategic'; a woman does the same thing, it's 'calculated’. A man is allowed to 'react'; a woman can only 'over-react’. A man 'stands up for himself, 'a woman 'throws a temper tantrum’.
In an avenue where performance is reliant on your mental toughness, female athletes are still confined by these dusty and outdated ideologies.
Anger is also a feminine trait.