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So I had grown up in a ghetto little town in Brazil... it was hell. Steep ass roads, criminals always about, dirt everywhere, corrupt police, etc.

Then my family moved to the US when I was 5... it was a ghetto part for US standards, but much better than Brazil. But there, people treated my mom like absolute trash. She could barely speak English, was only 5'02, and was overall very meek and submissive in nature. And we lived in a racist Black neighborhood... there, the Black women, who were physically bigger (taller, more bulk), and more aggressive and violent, constantly beat up my mom. She couldn't even say a "good morning" to them without them saying something like, "Oh hell no! This little white devil foreign Spanish lady with an accent tryin' to talk to me? I'ma beat her ass!" And one day, one of those women beat her up so bad she killed my mom. It was the saddest day of my life. And the women in the neighborhood didn't care.

My dad wasn't exposed to this violence, as he went to work, and rarely got involved with the neighborhood... but my mom was a stay at home mom. So she was fucked.

As a result, I wanted to become as strong, big, and intimidating as I could, just so no one messes with me, and I don't have the same fate as my mom. Big and strong was my idea of power, even when it came to the shows I watched.

By the time I was in high school, I started to exercise and go to the gym literally everyday, for about 5-6 hours each. By the end of my freshman year, I was more chiseled up than I had ever been in my life. And at the start of my sophomore year, no one even dared lay a finger on me. There were only a handful of people with more muscles than me at my school.

I never hurt anyone unless they touched me first, and was usually kind in nature... but I promised I would become big and strong and live on and not let anyone mess with me, which would make my mom proud.