I do not consider myself to be a girly girl. I am strong and powerful…at least I thought so until I tried on part of my friend’s armor at Potrero War. As she added layer upon layer to my body, I felt the gravitational pull toward the earth. But then came the pièce de résistance:  the helmet. It must have weighed 30 pounds! My little neck could barely hold it up.

I now have a newfound respect for warriors — past and present — who don pounds and pounds of armor just to stay safe.