This is the semi-true story of my childhood as a young girl martial artist. I trained and competed in Muay Thai and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu from ages 3-14, and earned my black belt six days after my 9th birthday. I hated fighting — my dad forced me to do it. I went through puberty in a violent, physical, male-dominated space, suffocating in my first sports bra and under the weight of my father's expectations; I turned that into a chaotic body horror where transforming into a tiger becomes the central metaphor for claiming my power in becoming a woman.