Perfect

• Heidi Grace, Grade 9, Temple Christian College
• Short Story
• 2011

Excellence Award in the 'Step Write Up 2011' competition

Everyday I look at myself in the long mirrors of the dance room.

I study my body at every angle, noticing every flaw

I look at the way my arms and thighs wobble.

The largeness of my stomach and the plumpness of my face.


I can’t look like the other dancers. They are not like me.
They are thin and gorgeous, with long necks and slender arms.
Their stomaches are flat and their faces delicate.
Every form and feature perfect.

My stomach begins to grumble. ‘Ssshh’ I say.
But it is no use, it continues to moan and cause pain.

I haven’t eaten for days and feel ill. But I hate food. It is my worst enemy.

But I tell myself I will win. Its only for a little bit longer.
Just until I look more like the other dancers. And then I promise that I will eat.

I used to love school. Now I can’t bear it.
Lunch times are the worst.
My friends ask me why I’m not eating. I tell them I’m not hungry.
I make up excuses. Any story to stop them nagging. They mean well. But wouldn’t understand. They’re not a dancer. They’re not me.