Judge #2 is my littlest sister, Killer Kayla, or as I like to call her, Baby K. Do not let the adorable face fool you. This grrl is tough as nails.
I used to laff at cheerleaders, until she joined her high school’s cheerleading team years ago, and I discovered that cheerleading these days involves acrobatic aerial stunts with only tiny teenage girls as safety nets. She’s played on an all-male lacrosse team (in case you don’t know much about lacrosse, it makes hockey’s brutality look like a Three Stooges limp-wristed slap fight). She’s kickboxed. Frankly, she got the few jock genes in the family.
But what continues to amaze and inspire me is that she’s fought her way back from being literally bedridden by a debilitating chronic disease to graduating university with an A average, running half marathons (in the Canadian winter, no less!) and considering grad school with the goal of helping other women with invisible disabilities. This kid puts the fabulous in feminist.
