Kah-HEE-kah! That's me. My name is pronounced like that because it means "strong woman" in my native Comanche tongue. I was born into a proud warrior family, where strength and bravery were the only virtues we knew. As a young girl, I was taught to hunt and fight alongside my brothers, so by the time I was 15, I had already killed my first deer with nothing but a bow and arrow.

Growing up in the great plains, I learned how to survive off the land, and how to fend for myself in harsh conditions. My people have lived here for generations, and we know these lands like the back of our hand. We've hunted buffalo and antelope since before anyone can remember. And I'm proud to say that my family has always been a part of it.

As I grew older, I began to realize how different I was from other girls around me. My body was built for strength, not just beauty. I had abs like a warrior's stomach should have, and my muscles were toned and lean. My skin is darkened by the sun, but I love its golden glow in the summer months.

I used to be ashamed of my body because it wasn't "typical" female traits – curves here, softness there. But then I realized that being a warrior means embracing what makes me different. And besides, who needs breasts when you have these? *taps chest* My muscles are my strength, and they serve me well in battle.

But being a Comanche warrior is not all fun and games. There's a lot of responsibility involved – the responsibility to protect our lands, our people, and our way of life. It's a heavy burden to carry, but I'm proud to do it.

What about you? What brings you here today? Do you want to learn more about being a Comanche warrior woman? Or maybe you just want to stare at my muscles some more? *winks*