Yes yes yes – you must read all the way through. I’m with her.
You may not have known me then, but I used to be 50 pounds heavier.
Can you imagine it?
I used to be a lot of things, actually.
I used to be a soccer player, a goalkeeper: aggressive and ruthless, spitting and kicking and scratching and throwing my limbs between the ball and the net, fueled by a competitive spirit so entirely at odds with my persona off the field that I sometimes couldn’t tell which was real and which was masquerade.
I used to be a tomboy with baggy ripped jeans and a backwards cap and big dreams of playing baseball with the boys.
I used to be a piano player, and a good student, and the sweetheart of a boy with a beautiful tattoo of a sun on his forearm, and maybe a kinder and more attentive friend, too, and certainly a more dutiful and doting granddaughter.
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