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Is it odd for a very short girl to be stronger than a very tall guy?

Question: Is it odd when a very short girl who is 4-ft-11 or under proves that she is physically stronger IN HER ARMS AND IN HER LEGS than a very tall guy who is 6-ft-1 or over?
Created by: TALGUYvsSHRTGRL at 09:35:40 AM, Sunday, October 11, 2009 PDT


it is more odd to have so many polls about the same thing, if the creator of this poll stopped all these polls and postings we could actually focus on a couple of polls about strong women/weaker men etc.

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GFeb 14 12:40am
It depends a lot, primarily on genetic factors. I have always been a fairly, but not really impressively, tall male. Though that has been my only physical benefit, as my whole life I have been surprisingly weak, especially compared to my peers. However, while most men would despise this it had no real negative effect, and with my first romantic interest, it ended up being positive. In middle school is when I first noticed this, eighth grade and the following summer specifically. At the time I was around 5’8 and weighed only 114 lbs. my girlfriend in school at the time was 5’7 and weighed 128 lbs. one day as a joke she started a tradition where she would say trust fall and I would catch her, and eventually vice-versa. This went on for a few months in my PE class until I decided to fake fainting. She caught me and pushed me pack up into a standing position, which surprised me. I was weak at the time and couldn’t do a pull up, but still assumed women couldn’t be stronger than me. Anyways, one day when we were playing basketball, my girlfriend guarded me, and though I was faster, she was by far more solid and immovable. After the game, her friend commented that my girlfriend was strong, and she said “yep watch this!” And she grabbed my legs and hoisted me high in the air. I had a “positive reaction” to this, and she would continue lifting me throughout the remainder of the year wearing me as a backpack once, a bear hug lift against me, she cradled me once, and she even lifted me on her shoulders. I liked her quite a bit and was very upset when we went to different high schools. I knew she was physically a lot stronger than I was but I didn’t care, which was good as during the summer someone far shorter and younger revealed herself to be stronger than me. Now in the summer my younger sister’s friend Aubrey visited her quite often, and my initial impression of this girl was moderate. She was maybe 4’11 or something, she was only ten and she was a little taller than normal but not super tall. She looked a little pudgy, and I always wondered why since she was a cheerleader (didn’t realize base was a position I guess). Anyways, one day my little sister wanted to weigh herself she’s 8 but a little heavy for her age and weighed 68 lbs which surprised me, but her friend Aubrey shocked me. She weighed 102 lbs. I was shocked that she could weigh so much, and when I asked her how she weighed so much, she just said her mom said muscle weighs more than fat, and she has quite a bit of muscles. The next time she came over her and my little sister played truth or dare, it was normal at first with typical things, until my little sister dared Aubrey to pick me up. I immediately objected and told the ten year old “don’t do this I’m way too heavy, you’ll hurt yourself.” But she walked up behind me knelt down, grabbed my waist and with a audible grunt and some early struggle, she hoisted me into the air, by my waist. I was totally flabbergasted by this, and was in awe. She was almost a foot shorter than me, but this little girl was a crazy power house. Her arms felt hard like my ex girlfriends. I was shocked by this but didn’t think on it too much, but Aubrey would come over to my house in a few subsequent hangouts with my sister that I shall detail here.

AnonymousFeb 14 1:01am
Following the occasion where she lifted me, upon her return she was more aggressive and controlling against me than she had been previously. She held no respect for my word and challenge me quite a bit. She would also include me in their games, even forcefully if necessary. This became obvious to me when my little sister and Aubrey were playing a game called table manners (they made it up) where someone is the host and dismisses other people from the table and makes calls about what is polite. On the first round my sister was the host, and I really didn’t want included in their game (it was in my “gaming room”) so I went to get up from the table, but Aubrey insisted I stay, as did my sister so I played. The first thing we had to do was raise our hand if something we had was on the table and I had a teapot. So when my little sister said yea pot I went to raise my right hand, but as I did Aubrey forced it down. She was holding my hand to the table, and I tried to raise it, my little bicep even tenses with effort, but Aubrey held my hand down and moved on. I was surprised by this, as though I had suspect Aubrey's legs may match or barely succeed my limit, for her arm to match or exceed me too was shocking for a little girl. After wards Aubrey’s item (a fancy hairbrush) was called and I grabbed her wrist and forced it on the table. Aubrey typically wore long sleeves and after this I realized why. Her arm didn’t stay down for long, her muscles all seemed to snap alive and writhe in an explosion, her tricep was visible and shockingly defined, her biceps poked out, and although they seemed to be about my size, I was shocked and in a second or two she raised her hand off the table and my sister noticed so I quickly let go. That was all that she did strength wise that day. The next time she came over my sister and her had made me play cops and robbers tag with them, where two people tried to be robbers and escape and one person would be a cop. If you were a robber you had to to the officer and use their fake key to get through the game room door, while the cop had the hard job of forcing the robbers back in their cell. When we started the game Aubrey and my sister both thought the game would be fun even though it favored Aubrey. I said “at least It did, now that it favors me, I’ll be robbed so I don’t push you guys too hard. But they both looked at me and said “well... she does have bigger arms and legs.” That hurt a little when they said it, but they were right, her unforced arms and legs were slightly thicker than my unflexed limbs. I then told them, “that size doesn’t matter, it’s all about the size of this.” And floated as my tiny oval bicep barely popped out. Aubrey flexed too, and though her muscle seemed a little shorter over all, it was a bit rounded, and according to my sister and Aubrey (and admittedly myself) Aubrey's rounded upper edge of her bicep was almost unrecognizably bigger than mine. Her peak barely dwarfing my bicep and it’s peak. This was worrisome and my heart actually started beating, but Aubrey became cop and I was robber so I decided I’d only try to stop her and buy my sister time, but halfway through the room Aubrey and I locked hands, (I hunched down so we were at no more than a 5 inch difference) and I began pushing her, but to my surprise, I gradually slowed until I was halted and at about 1/8 the distance of the room past the middle Aubrey pushed me backwards. I pressed my feet into the carpet, but they were a little sweaty and were gliding off them as Aubrey’s push didn’t aid friction, and though I tried pushing her back it had some effect, but didn’t stop her, and though her hands were smaller than mine, they felt more powerful and began hurting mine. Eventually she pushed me into the starting zone and smugly smiled. I walked up to her and almost walked around saying, it doesn’t count unless I’m at the end of the starting zone ( a wall). And to my surprise she grabbed my hands again and we locked hands and I pushed with fury and displaced her near the halfway point but she turned it around again and pushed me past the start zone, and even into the wall, my hands then reached out only for her to interlace with my fingers, pull my hands to my chest level and pushed. I too resisted and my arms went shaky, her arms shook for a second, but she eventually had my hands pressed firmly against the wall where she pushed them in harder and squeezed. In shock I blurted out “what the... how?” And she said “upper body strength” and I was kind of mad. Later that day after lunch we played a game called prisoners where all three of us pretended to be in jail. I was a normal guy, my sister was the mastermind, and Aubrey was a crazy girl. She used her shocking strength a few times. One time she told an intentionally nonsensical joke and laughed hysterically, and while doing so she grabbed my lower torso and lifted me up and leaned back with my body weight on her body. She then continued to exaggerate her laughter and put me down. This shocked me as she was strong enough to carry both our frames, a feat I couldn’t match and I seriously worried she was stronger than me. Later in the game we played with fake handcuffs and she literally forced my wrists together behind my back and hand cuffed me. So I was no really panicking as she had overpowered my physical effort directly with her legs and arms multiple times. So later she was laying on the ground making absurd and random noises when I pretended to fall on her. Despite my body being 8-9 inches longer and 13 lbs heavier she grunted and grabbed my shoulder and stuck her knees on my waist and to my shock, lifted me off her and stood me upright. The whole time she had a smirk on her face. Another major time she legitimately overpowered me was the following week, she came over on the day after her birthday to spend the night. And during the day we filled water balloons for a balloon fight, and during the water balloon fight she focused in on me, and we fought each other about evenly, but she hit me with a few more water balloons than I hit her with. Inside the house she was pretending to be my sisters mother and was lifting her a bit, but was also “protecting” her from an intruder (me) I told her I’d take it easy on her but she said she played water polo and did cheerleading, she’d be fine. So I walked up to her and punched her lightly and pushed her a bit, but she stood really solid, before she wrapped her arms around my elbows and heaved lifting me up and leaning on her right leg for support before tossing me on the carpet. She then immediately gets on top of me and punches my shoulder, but it hurt kind of bad, she than squeezed my legs with hers which really hurt before pinning my arms on the carpet and slapping me once. She then let me up. I was totally shocked not only could she pin me, but she could punch hard, and throw me. I was now almost certainly convinced she was noticeably stronger than me. Yet again later that day at lunch she decided it’s be funny to pin my hands to the table after I finished lunch, and I again struggled but just couldn’t get ask, and I asked her to let go which she did, but not without a grin letting me know she thought she was stronger. Later that day after my parents went to bed and it was only Aubrey my sister and I she became quite a bit more physically aggressive. She lifted me by the waist three times in the hallway, lifted me almost straight up by the legs, and the main other thing, she pulled me off a stool I was standing on carried me out of my room, lowered me on the hallway floor and dragged me against my will into the game room and forcibly sat me in a chair for an arm wrestling match at last. Though I had no desire to engage in one so as not to disappoint my little sister, Aubrey and my little sister made it clear refusing would have the same outcome. We locked hands, her saying she’d use her weaker left hand and me using my stronger right, and pushed. I was pushing her slowly towards the table, and both of us were straining a bit, and we progressively strained harder until her bulging peak came out and barely surpassed mine, with this extra bicep power she was able to actually pin me. I could believe it a barely 11 year olds weak hand was stronger than my strong arm. She flexed and giggled and was so proud along with my niece. She walked up behind me and lifted my chair off the ground for a second. She tossed my to the floor and pulled me up to pin me to a wall again, and her final act that day was to trap me for a while at night, so she wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed and pulled and stepped back and brought me to the floor, where she had a blanket and pillow lied down and she wrapped her arms around my elbows and her legs around my legs and held me tight. I couldn’t escape her grasp till she nearly dozed off to sleep. She then showed her strength in a few other encounters but I’ll share those later.

Aubrey lifted Feb 14 1:42am
She came over three more times that summer after she had turned 11, and was now always challenging me and though she liked me as her friends brother, she had no respect for my word. My parents had me babysit them both as they left town for vacation, and Aubrey’s parents trusted me enough to watch her for a three day sleepover. Little did they know Aubrey was actually stronger than me, at least I assume they didn’t know that. Aubrey wore sleeveless shirts the whole time and wore shorts to show off. About half and hour into her stay, she came into the living room with my little sister and said “hey, we want to watch TV now.” And she moved in front of me on the couch I was sitting on. I told her “sorry, but no. I am watching tv, and for the time being, as the one in charge, I will continue watching what I want.” She scoffed and said “you’re hardly in charge buddy, don’t forget who is stronger, and the law or the jungle says I’m in charge.” She said as she flexed her arms. Her arms seemed to be ever so slightly bigger than before, and I grabbed the remote and told her “I’m older than you and I want the TV, so stop bossing me around.” And after I said that she grabbed my left arm with one hand and the remote with the other, and began fighting me for the remote, against her one hand I was able to keep it, but she then grabbed it with a second hand and quickly pried it from my grip. She then gave it to my sister before grabbing my collar and pulling me into a standing position. She than sat down and called me weak before changing the channel. Later that day I told her that arm wrestle wasn’t fair and I had a better way to test strength. I then grasped my hands together with all my gripping strength and folded her that if she could force my hands apart she’d be stronger. And with that she grabbed my elbow with each hand and pushed. Within a couple seconds, I was resisting so hard my arms shook like crazy and felt like jelly. And after perhaps 15 seconds she separated my hands, leaving two little hand prints red on my arms. I said it didn’t count because she had better positioning. She then locked her hands and said “fine then, you try.” And with that I grabbed her arms where she had grabbed mine. I pulled but couldn’t pry them apart, and I could feel her hard lower bicep, which made it hard to move her ants. After 40 seconds I gave up, and she released her hand lock and smirked at me. She said “see no matter how you look at it, I’m stronger.” It was the craziest thing I’d ever experienced. The next day she didn’t really show her strength until after dinner. I had quite a bit of the house to myself and went into my father’s exercise room, and began my workout. I am fairly weak and don’t mind, so my current max curl was 15 pounds, but it was a challenge, and it took a bit so I preferred to curl 10’s for some strength, as I desired a bit more. I saw the light was on but didn’t pay attention and began my workout. I can curl 10’s for around 15 reps, but usually hit 10 when I do workout. Anyways, on maybe my 5th repetition i heard some dumbbells shift and looked where my father kept the dumbbells and saw Aubrey grab a 20. I told her “that’s way too heavy.” And she just snickered, and blew my mind as she begin curling the 20, and again, and again, and again. She cranked out 5 reps with a 20 lb dumbbell, and kept both pace and form. I was shocked and enthralled. She then shocked me again by performing a pull up, which I still couldn’t preform. She saw my shock, and told me “I got pretty strong because I do cheer, field hockey, and swimming. My mom, dad and I also go to the gym quite a bit.” She smiled and flexed in a double bicep pose and said “feel them” with a smirk. So I obeyed and tried to cover her biceps. Her biceps were actually pretty big, my dad has a mirror in that room and we could see that hers were so apparently bigger than mine, and my hands bounced as she flexed, her arms rippled with hard muscle, and she felt like she was way stronger than someone her age would typically be. She then laughed and said “It’s funny how I am sooo much stronger than you.” And she began giggling. I was pretty mad, and I picked her up a little less than an inch off the floor and lugged her to the door before nearly falling and dropping her. She laughed and said “oh man, you are so weak” and she grabbed my waist and carried me out of the weight room, down the hall, and dropped me in my game room. She then shut the door behind her and locked it. I was a little nervous and asked where my sister was and Aubrey said “she’s napping in her room, you and I will have some alone time, and I can show you how much stronger I am.” She then walked up to me and charged me shoulder first. She grabbed my legs and hoisted me an inch or two off the floor on her shoulder and rammed me into a wall at moderate speed, and a shockwave traveled through my body and knocked the breath out of me in addition to shaking the room a bit. I slumped to the floor gasping for air and crying a little. Aubrey’s face lit up with remorse and she crouched down and put and arm under each of mine so I was slumped on her back and she stood up, lifting me off the floor and onto my feet. She then apologized “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’ve just done that in hockey practice before, and no one reacted that way before.” I was still shaken and struggling to breathe a little, so she dragged me by my waist to the pillow on the floor and layer me on her legs and then onto the pillow. Her legs were absolutely rock solid, and almost uncomfortably strong, but the pillow felt nice. She said “just take a breather for a minute, than we will compete again, but now at least I know I’m quite a bit stronger than you and tougher than you.” I rested for a bit before getting back up, and Aubrey resumed or little competition, and she was slightly less aggressive, but I was far more skittish, as to be honest, I was scared of her after she knocked the wind out of me like that. She eventually cornered me and grabbed my legs, and she lifted me up an inch or so and lightly pushed me to the ground and pinned me. I was angry, embarrassed, and still a little scared, but I wanted victory, so we agreed hitting and being a bit rough would be allowed, and so we began our last round. I have no idea why I had agreed to that in hindsight as Aubrey was quite near to my girlfriend in raw strength, who outclassed me quite a bit, but Aubrey was smaller, more concentrated in mass, and had far less qualms about hurting me. I started off with a fairly solid punch to her arm, and it made a pretty loud noise, but she felt really solid, and it hurt my hand a little, she grimaced and said she was okay and that it didn’t hurt too bad. She then followed up with her own attacks and I knew I was in trouble. She punched both of my arms in quick succession and each hit struck like being hit by a thick stick. My arms stung and were beginning to sell, I whimpered in pain, and began to buckle back a little, and she took this opening. She then punched me in the abdomen and nearly knocked the wind out of me, causing me to seriously wince in pain and brought tears to my eyes. She didn’t notice as she wasn’t looking at my face and she grabbed my waist and squatted down. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed to try to escape her grasp, and noticed her shoulders were strong, hard, and fairly circular at the end caps, but I couldn’t really deny them. She then stood up and brought me back down to the ground with some force, before getting on top of me and raising her fist. I had the remaining wind knocked out of me from this and began crying. She was about to punch me and I flinched big time, and she noticed my state and apologized profusely. She lifted me up and off the floor in a forced piggyback with her arms over my shoulders and under my arms, and she put me in my bed and said “I’m sorry I don’t know my own strength I guess. I didn’t think I could hurt you so easily, but we’ll just say I won since I don’t want to crush you. I agreed with this and went to sleep. After that, my sister and Aubrey had a falling out for unrelated reasons and didn’t talk for a few years. The next time I saw her was my junior year of high school. I was now 16 and 6’0 even and Aubrey had just turned 13 and was now 5’5” having grown quite a bit. I had gained a bit of weight and was now ~125 lbs. seeing Aubrey now was certainly surprising. She was still physically similar, but a little thicker, and her muscles were showing slightly through her fat, even without flexing. She saw me and told me that she had grown in more ways than one and now weight 130 lbs. later when I was in my room, and everyone else was with my little sister outside, Aubrey snuck into my room and grabbed the back of my shirt collar and my belt and lifted me out of my seat. She then strained a little and my feet were dangling off the ground. She then let go and smirked at me. She said “look at them now!” and flexed her bicep in a double bicep pose, and her muscle rose to huge heights. I flexed and put mine up to hers and hers were maybe and inch or a little bit bigger. I went a little weak in the knees and was shocked. She looked and seemed stronger than my girlfriend even, and she proved to be at least similar as she said “hold on” and scooped me up in a cradle. I wrapped my arms around her neck and shoulders, and felt her shoulder muscles. They were developed a bit, and felt like a solid rock hard puzzle. She then put me down and asked if I wanted a fight for old times sake. I agreed just to see if I had any chance, and I didn’t. She rushed me instantly, punching my forearms I held up, grabbing under my arm pits and lifting me into the air before pushing me against my wall. She then kneed me in the stomach before wrapping and arm around my neck and flexing hard, choking me, before wrapping her other arm around my neck and lifted me off the ground in a choke hold. I slapped her thigh in submission (which felt like steel) and admitted she was way stronger.

Aubrey lifted Feb 14 4:14pm
zh4f2A Really informative blog post.Really thank you! Great.

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