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  • She was the little girl who always played in the back row, too short to reach over the net, submerged by the front row of 6 foot tall girls.

    She danced among a troop of beautiful, long-legged dancers who could leap higher, stretch longer, and smile brighter. Never given a solo, never in the spotlight. She sat on benches, ached through tryouts, and always cheered for the star of the team, wishing that one day it would be her.

    She was good, but never the best.

    Twenty-nine years later she'll find the courage to do something she never dreamed of. While all of her friends are starting small families and landing exciting careers, she'll be stepping into a ring, alone, to face girls who will probably be half her age.

    She wasn't brought up poor, she was never beaten, never fought a day in her life, but at 29, she will fight for herself, for respect, for women boxers everywhere, and she will silence the demons inside her. She will shove down the twisted stomach pangs rumbled with doubts and fears, she will silence the voices that tell her she's crazy and she will glove up, bite down and go in punching.
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