The Fight
In a North London boxing gym, an 11-year-old girl trains with quiet intensity, one of the only girls in a space where the boys won’t spar her. She runs the same route each morning, pausing at a place that seems to carry something unspoken. There’s a weight in her silence, a drive that reaches beyond the ropes. One day, she takes a radical step, an act both defiant and tender, a gesture that seems aimed at acceptance but speaks to something far deeper.
The Fight is a raw, poetic portrait of girlhood shaped by grief, ritual, and the will to be seen.
In a North London boxing gym, an 11-year-old girl trains with quiet intensity, one of the only girls in a space where the boys won’t spar her. She runs the same route each morning, pausing at a place that seems to carry something unspoken. There’s a weight in her silence, a drive that reaches beyond the ropes. One day, she takes a radical step, an act both defiant and tender, a gesture that seems aimed at acceptance but speaks to something far deeper.
The Fight is a raw, poetic portrait of girlhood shaped by grief, ritual, and the will to be seen.
