Okay okay...

It's June 13th, and I'm gonna explain what happened today, because it's so fucking the situation...

I decided went to see Deadpool 2 to the cinema alone, because I really wanted to see it before they take it off. The thing was nobody could or wanted to go with me, but I was fine with that, it's not the first time I went to the movies alone (I went to see Doctor Strange by my own).

After missing my chances to see it at 14:10 and 14:30, I decided to see it at 17:10 in a mall nearby my old apartment. It's been cloudy and it's been raining all week, so I took my backpack and my impermeable and boots and put them inside.

I dress up with my skinny black jeans, my green hoodie and my navy tennis/heals (idk how are called, my bad), and I start my way to the bus stop.

I was checking a few things in tumblr when a man (I can't describe it pretty good, but he was old, not too strong and he was in a bike), tried to steal my phone.

Before you ask, nope, I'm not intimidating. I'm like 5'4 and I'm like 50 kg, but I have a pretty high voice.

When he tried to take it from me, I didn't freeze, in fact, I fought back. I was screaming and trying to get him off of me. I don't know if he gave up, or the guys of the construction nearby scared him, but he went away. He take me by the arm and when I returned to home I found out the bastard end up giving me a fucking bruise in my left arm.

I wasn't scared, in fact, that little act make me feel somehow impotent.

A good lady said he probably will be back, so I ran to the bus stop, take it and tried to calm myself down.

I saw the movie (it was awesome) and when I was coming back I decided to check a few places were to train.

I'm gonna be honest, for more than two years I've been thinking in start training kung fu, karate, tae kwon do, kickboxing or self-defense. The truth is, my country is not safe, for anyone, especially young women like me.

I want to be able to protect myself. To protect my family and friends in case something went wrong.

The idea turns more important after one day, in the parking lot of my high school, one of my classmates get a few bruises and scratches because someone tried to stole him. IN. THE. FUCKING. PARKING. LOT.

He's like 6'2-6'3!

Imagine that! He was lucky and they didn't do anything else.

But this fucker said he had a weapon and instead of hang him my phone, I fought back.

I was trembling until I got in the mall, and I wasn't calm until I got home.

The bad thing is I haven't told anyone about this situation, not even my mom, sister or best friend.

The good thing here is: I convinced my mom to let me start kickboxing a few blocks nearby home.

WHAT A FUCKING DAY!