TweetI was always the skinny kid as well. I had a black belt in tae kwon do when I was a teenager and I got into two fights as a junior in high school. First fight I shoved the kid and he thought that was going to be it so I swept his legs out, caught him, kneed him in the chest and then let him hit the ground. Later that day his friend blindsided me while I was unlocking my car door. I told him I didn't want. To fight and he hit me again this time clipping my nose and I bled like a stuck pig. I remember dropping my books and grabbing him by the shirt and then just the teachers coming over to me and seeing all the blood on my car door. I was beside myself. I asked a friend who I give a ride home to everyday why he didn't help me. He said number one his friends had surrounded us and two, I handled him fine. He said I punched him in the sternum twice and knocked the wind out of him and then he jumped in a car because the teachers were coming. Not satisfied with the outcome I decided that no matter how good I was at tae kwon do, if I couldn't hit you hard enough to do damage, what good is it. I started working out to put some muscle behind the knowledge. I think I also believed if I looked like someone you wouldn't want to fuck with then I wouldn't have to defend myself. 100lbs and 20yrs later and I'm still not happy with what I see and having some size made some people want to test me.