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My Muscle by Olivia-Ann C. S.
When I was a baby, I was born with something on my arm. It was big and red and kind of lumpy. Grown-ups said a long, funny word for it, but I didn't like that word. I called it my muscle. Muscles are strong, and I wanted to be strong too!
Sometimes I looked at my arm and wished it was plain like other kids' arms. Sometimes people looked at it for a long time, and they screwed their face up. Sometimes they said, "What's that?" in a funny voice. That made my tummy feel twisty and sad. I wanted to hide my arm behind my back. I wished I could take it off and put it in a box for a while.
Doctors at the hospitals always prodded and poked it and took photographs of it and said I will need an operation. My muscle stayed with me and it grew and grew when I grew. As i got bigger, my muscle got bigger, and it wasn't very nice to look at.
When I started school, I got a bit scared. I thought, "What if nobody likes me? What if they laugh?" '' What if no one will play with me because of my muscle?''
My arm felt hot and heavy. I wanted to keep my jumper on forever.
Then, on the first day, a girl came to me. She didn't look at my arm. She just said, "Do you like dinosaurs?" I said, "Yes! I love them!" And then we were friends.
Other kids played with us too. We played tag and built big towers with blocks. We painted rainbows and dragons. Sometimes someone said, "What's that on your arm?" I told them, "It's my muscle! It makes me strong." They said, "Cool!" and ran away to play again.
Nobody laughed. Nobody told me to hide. Nobody made me feel sad.
After that, I felt braver. I wore short sleeves when it was sunny. I showed my muscle in P.E. I even drew a superhero picture of me-with my big red arm shining like a light! My friends said it looked awesome.
Now I don't hide anymore. My arm is different, but it's my arm. It's part of me, just like my laugh and my fast running feet.
Sometimes people still ask, "What's that?" But I just smile and say, "It's my muscle!"
Because it is.
And muscles mean you're strong
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