I Beat Up a Boy for My Own Betterment

Everything came to a head. I fought back. Literally.

Photo by Timothy Eberly via Unsplash

No one had any idea what to do with me when I was nine years old. That included me.

I was awkward as hell and, more than anything, I just wanted to be less so.

I was goofy looking. I had a serious overbite and was pretty tall and gangly. I had no idea how to…