Ballet of Violence

champagnecandy:

I’ve been the Amy Adams character in real life—been the girl who walked with her man to the ring and screamed herself hoarse on the sidelines, wanted to look away maybe when he hit the canvas but forced herself to look and to know that this was what he wanted, needed, had to do. I remember how it felt to be swept up into his sweatysore arms after a win. 

I never got in the ring myself, but I practiced and sparred and more than once left everything that hurt me behind on a heavybag, in sweat and curses on the ground behind me.