Look At My Face. Does It Look

When I Looked At The State Of Women's Mma, What I Saw Was That It Was Missing Rivalries Or Anything Theatrical About It. Everybody Was Trying To Be Miss America, Unwilling To Go Under Any Kind Of Criticism, And Taking The Safe Answers. I Thought I Needed To Do Whatever I Could To Get Attention.

Most People Focus On The Wrong Thing; They Focus On The Result, Not The Process. The Process Is The Sacrifice; It's All The Hard Parts - The Sweat, The Pain, The Tears, The Losses. You Make The Sacrifices Anyway. You Learn To Enjoy Them, Or At Least Embrace Them. In The End, It Is The Sacrifices That Must Fulfill You.

Even Though I Was Painted, Even Though I Had On Seven Layers Of Paint - To The Point That I Got A Tan, It Was As Thick As A Fabric - I Think I Felt The Most Naked Because I Couldn't Cover Myself At All. I Didn't Have To, So I Had To Be Much More Open And Relaxed.

One Of My Mom's Best Lines Is... You're Not Training To Be The Best In The World, You're Training To Be The Best In The World On Your Worst Day.

For Me, Mma Is Like Speed Chess. It's Like I'm Herding A Person Into A Certain Position. Say My Endgame Is An Arm Bar. I'm Not Gonna Actually Take You And Put You There. What I'm Going To Do Is Convince You That It's A Good Idea To Move In The Direction I Want You To Go.