I have this #scar since I was 15

and I loved to play football.

There was an older guy

who loved to win

more than he loved

playing football.

So he sent the ball

right through me,

through my right breast

through my guts.

And I didn’t even flinch

because I was afraid

the boys would say

‘girls are weak

and they should never play football’

all over again.

We finished the match

and I got home

and didn’t say anything

to mom and dad.

And the lump grew

and we went to the hospital

and the doctors cut it out of me

and I thought

'thanks God it wasn’t cancer’

and 'now I’ll never have

beautiful boobs again’.

And then I wouldn’t let anyone

squeeze my breasts,

because I was afraid

the lump would grow again.

But the lump didn’t grow;

my heart grew.

It grew so much

that everyone

and everything

could fit in it.

Even my broken boob.