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So you heard my talk of being rather strong for a short-arse girl and you wanted some evidence. Well, here it is:
That would be my father over my shoulder. He says he weighs 12 stone. As you can see I managed it with such ease that he's right over my shoulder, I'm perfectly vertical, and I'm even managing to half kill myself laughing while trying to remain relatively still for the camera. My dad is mildly disconcerted - though you can't really tell from that angle.
Man-lifting has been a pastime of mine for quite some time. Before I knew that it was popular for men to lift women to assert their masculinity, I would occasionally indulge in lifting a man and having a great laugh spinning him and parading him around while he whined: "Put me down... please, gonna just put me down... ahhhhhh, don't spin!"
Or in Casey's case: "That's fucking scary. I can't deal with that. Seriously. Ah."
In fact, as I've told a few people - in my all-female group of friends in late primary school - only 2 or 3 weren't on the athletics team, and, despite being second shortest in the whole class, I usually won the races where we'd lift one of the girls who wasn't on the athletics team and run with her over to the other end of the playground carrying her. And I could also lift the fat ones that no-one else could shift. I even noted and pondered on this at the time, while taking pride in the fact that I could also do pull-ups on the monkey bars.
Let there be no doubt that I take no shit. But also that I'm usually sweetness and light itself.
That would be my father over my shoulder. He says he weighs 12 stone. As you can see I managed it with such ease that he's right over my shoulder, I'm perfectly vertical, and I'm even managing to half kill myself laughing while trying to remain relatively still for the camera. My dad is mildly disconcerted - though you can't really tell from that angle.
Man-lifting has been a pastime of mine for quite some time. Before I knew that it was popular for men to lift women to assert their masculinity, I would occasionally indulge in lifting a man and having a great laugh spinning him and parading him around while he whined: "Put me down... please, gonna just put me down... ahhhhhh, don't spin!"
Or in Casey's case: "That's fucking scary. I can't deal with that. Seriously. Ah."
In fact, as I've told a few people - in my all-female group of friends in late primary school - only 2 or 3 weren't on the athletics team, and, despite being second shortest in the whole class, I usually won the races where we'd lift one of the girls who wasn't on the athletics team and run with her over to the other end of the playground carrying her. And I could also lift the fat ones that no-one else could shift. I even noted and pondered on this at the time, while taking pride in the fact that I could also do pull-ups on the monkey bars.
Let there be no doubt that I take no shit. But also that I'm usually sweetness and light itself.