Perfection

“Hi, my name’s Lena,” she said.

“Why are you here?”

“I had a rough break up with my abusive boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry,” the therapist mumbled. “Tell us about yourself.”

She was such a tiny beautiful girl. “I’m a ballerina.”

Everyone nodded staring back at her.

“I know I need to lose weight.”

She obviously didn’t.

“I’ve been cutting myself for a few years now. It’s hard to cover up while I’m dancing. I have to be perfect. I have to be the best. I just have to.”

“Welcome to the mental hospital Lena.”