I had a mental breakthrough the other night and came face-to-face with these thoughts.
I had the first spar where I was a bit scared. My opponent was visibly fit and stronger looking than me, and a kick boxer.
I have had a peaceful 22 years of existence and my preferred form of exercise is Bikram yoga. I cry at TV adverts sometimes and I have read Wuthering Heights about four times.
Over the duration of the fight, there was a loud voice in my head saying I was just a wussy little blonde girl and I'm going to lose, for no reason other than she looked tougher than me. I found this quite surprising, as I would describe myself as someone who doesn't buy into stereotypes too much, yet I have internalised stereotypes about myself.
I don't know where this voice came from or how long it has been in there but it was quite an epiphany to know that deep in my psyche I have made my own Achilles heel.
I managed to hold my own throughout the fight and we came out equal - a huge surprise to me.
I began to question all the layers of identity people paint on themselves.
The Henry Ford quote "Whether you think you can, or you think you can't - you're right" rings true.