09/06/2026
I think one of the coolest things about combat sports is watching women realise they’re actually strong.
Like properly, physically strong. Not in a cute motivational poster way, but in a "holy s**t, I can hit hard" kinda way.
And I don’t think we always stop to appreciate how special that is, because for so much of history women weren’t really encouraged (or even allowed) to chase that feeling. We were meant to be graceful and dainty and delicate and whatever else, but not powerful in a way we could actually feel in our bodies.
Now we get to walk into fight gyms, put on gloves, kick pads, spar, lift, grapple, sweat, look insane and disheveled, bleed all over the ring and find out what we’re made of.
And my favourite part is seeing it happen to other women. The nervous beginner who keeps apologising and then six months later has killer low kicks. Or the quiet girl who suddenly turns into an absolute demon on pads. The older lady who thought she "wasn’t sporty" and then realises she’s actually built for this.
It’s just SO COOL.
We get to experience our bodies as something that can do things. Not just something to shrink, pose, fix, judge, or make more acceptable.
Something that can move, fight, wreak havoc, kick ass.
As a formerly shy, "not sporty" girl who never in a million years thought she'd one day hit hard enough to make grown men cry, I feel so f***ing validated by seeing all of you kick ass and make waves in the world of combat sports.
To all of you incredible women (and some pretty awesome men) I've met through BAD CAT, I appreciate you so much. Let's keep changing the world.
Love, Eve ❤️
