Other women looked on me as a rival. And it pained me a great deal.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Political rivals attacked me. I was savagely beaten. I was kicked in the face and I lost my eye as a result.
Thank God I never got in a fight. All of the jock dudes hated me, but all of their girlfriends thought I was nice so they wouldn't touch me. It was infuriating to them.
I regard other women as my community, not my competition.
I do struggle to identify an occasion when I was held back because I'm a woman... You don't think about it at the time, but looking back at it, of course.
There were times when I blundered and got the dreaded look from the lads. But that was a good sign. It showed I'd attempted something I'd not tried before.
I can look back at things I've done and said and worn and be completely humiliated by them, but I can never say it wasn't me. I feel really honored to say that.
But when I would see the surrogate, my first instinct, my first reaction would be jealousy, because she was doing what I wanted to do.
I was never offended that people underestimated me because of my appearance or that they thought I was pretty and discouraged me from fighting because they didn't want me to risk hurting my looks.
We were five heterosexual, good-looking men. We competed against each other for the sexiest girls... I won.
Well, the biggest rival I had in my career was me.