finding perfection

It’s fall, the leaves are changing and the air is getting chilly. The first rays of the sun enter through your window as your alarm rings at 7, and you stretch your dainty arms over your head as you sit up. Getting out of bed, you brew some coffee and do your morning yoga routine. As you flow through each pose, your beautiful slender limbs effortlessly moving like those of a goddess, you feel awake and alive. You sip your black coffee and pull on size zero leggings and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters, which looks cute and oversized on your tiny body. You head to class, the energy from the coffee keeping your head up as you write down your notes. You take care to make them perfect, so you can keep up that A+ average you’ve had all semester. Later that day, you meet your friends at a cute local café, watching as they order their mochas with extra whip and choosing a simple green tea for yourself. Laughing together about everything and nothing, you feel effervescent. Once home, you forgo dinner, instead drinking a cold glass of water and feeling it cleanse your soul. That night, once you’ve finished studying, you climb into bed and your boyfriend pulls you close, his arms wrapping effortlessly around your perfectly slim waist and his fingers lightly brushing against your ribs. You smile as you drift off to sleep; you are happy, you are thin, you are perfect.