• Prose

    You can get a boxer out of the ring, but not a fight out of a fighter

    She’s a fighter, one in a million. Life mocked her, made fun of her in every way possible, tested her patience, punished her for mistakes she had not made. It tortured her until she wished to disappear, to fade away, and to become only a breath of wind. She didn’t breathe well because she had no air to breathe freely, moments lacking in character and blank stares reflected her faint appearance. Every morning, life dragged her by the hair and threw her into the ring to fight it. Every day, to hell and back. She was devastated, broken, and on the verge of destroying everything she struggled not to give.…

  • Self-knowledge through words

    I’m not defined by what I said, but by what I did to prove myself

    My character isn’t determined by my past, nor by labels that you pin on me so easily. I’m not defined by what I said, but by what I did to prove myself. Only I can define me. I overcame and survived all your punches, all your attacks, passed the tests and went through all of that until the point when I could say with certainty that I’m proud of that person within me, of everything that she has done to drain the last drop of strength to survive and stay alive. On my feet, steady. Alone. I myself accomplished my achievements. I myself have overcome every obstacle. I had to…