Quote by Lance Armstrong

My mom was such a strong character. I don't want to say she was like a man, but she was tough.


My mom was such a strong character. I don't want to say she

Summary

This quote reflects the speaker's admiration for their mother's strength and toughness. The individual acknowledges that their mother exhibited qualities traditionally associated with masculinity, but wants to avoid reinforcing gender stereotypes. Instead of likening her to a man, they emphasize her unique strength as a strong-willed and resilient individual. This statement appreciates their mother's fortitude without limiting it to gender-based attributes.

By Lance Armstrong
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