Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

I know it's weird. I'm short. I'm skinny. I suck at sports. I'm shy. I'm not exactly the person that pops up in people minds when they think 'strong'.
But I can see it in my head.
I can feel the glorious punches to my jaw.
My glove cutting into their face.
I smell blood on the air.
For once in my life, my inability to pay attention to one thing alone is a strength not a disadvantage.
I am viewed as weak. I'm the loser who struggles to just say 'Hi', and I'm not going to pretend that I don't know this. I'm not saying that I see boxing in my future, but I can feel it playing part in it.
I feel the fighter in me. It wants out more than ever. I can feel it stumble and scream in the darkness Iv'e concealed it in. It eats at me. . I want to fight, to express myself. I want to live.