Pursuit of Perfection

In the dark I stretch my body further. The sound of spinning wheels and panting fill the air. I push my body just a little harder, just a little faster, right to the brink of pain. Suddenly endorphins flood my body, I shudder from the release. Studying the people around me, my eyes glide over all the beautiful people. I watch as sweat glistens along his lightly tanned skin, his legs pumping in time with the music. Is he as broken inside as I am? Is this the secret that no one shared before? The pursuit of perfection now seems the only thing that I can control in my life. Perhaps if my body is perfect, no one will notice that I never smile.