mom to send me here .â I infuse that last word with as much contempt as possible.
âAnyone else?â
âThe costume designer who made my new tutu too tight, on purpose, so that Iâd have a reason to lose weight. Like I wasnât trying to do that already. And all the girls at ballet who gave me diet tips with these fake-helpful smiles, like they were doing me a favor. And the choreographer who wouldnât cast me in his piece because of how I might look in a costume. Like he couldnât possibly pick a different costume direction. Like his vision was more important than the dancing.â I pause. âI wouldâve kicked butt in that piece.â
âIâm sure youââ
âAnd Iâm angry at George freaking Balanchine!â
âBecause?â
âBecause itâs his fault the ballet world is obsessed with who can be the skinniest. Itâs his aesthetic. Heâs the reasongirls like me canâtâof course, he was a genius, but this is all his fault. If I could time-travel, Iâd make it so ballet was always about the best dancer, no matter what she looked like.â
Dr. Lancaster is nodding. âWho else?â
Marcus . His name floats into my mind, taunting me. I shake it away.
Bianca . No, that doesnât make sense. Sheâs my closest friend.
Iâm not angry with either of them. Theyâve actually been there for me through most of thisâat least, until Marcus dumped me. So maybe I am mad at him. But not Bianca. And anyway, I donât want to tell Dr. Lancaster about my breakup.
âIâm angry at my brain for not being able to handle, like, life ,â I finally spit out. âFor screwing up everything I care about. I am so, so mad at myself.â Saying it out loud makes me shake with emotion.
âAll of this is good,â Dr. Lancaster says.
âGood?â I turn on her. âNothing about this is good .â
âExpressing your anger is good.â
âHow does it help me?â I answer my own question. âIt doesnât. At all.â
âIt will. I promise.â
âI donât want promises. I want results.â Now I sound like my mom. And thinking about how sheâd feel, seeing me like this, makes my voice crack. âYouâre supposed to fix me. Not make me even more of a wreck! Two panic attacks in threedaysâat therapy camp!â
âSo what can you learn from those two panic attacks?â
âNot to trust you! Or this place. To keep doing what I was doing, because that works better than anything you can tell me.â
âDo you really believe that?â
I nod fiercely. But the anger is dying down. I drop back onto the couch, hugging the nearest pillow to my stomach.
âIâll tell you one thing I think you can take away from what just happened.â
She waits for me to respond. I donât.
âYou need to tell someone when you feel overwhelmed, rather than bottling it all up. If youâd mentioned to me, or Yasmin, or Andrew, or even one of your peers that you were having anxiety about swimming, we could have done something to prevent that anxiety from becoming a full-blown panic attack.â
I grunt at her.
âAlso, now that your panic is out in the open with your peers, I think youâll find it easier to talk to them and rely on them going forward. You donât have to be a brick wall. Youâre allowed to be vulnerable.â
âBeing vulnerable wonât help me become a professional ballerina.â
âWhat about Juliet?â she counters. âWhat about Giselle? What about Ophelia?â
âOphelia?â
âFrom Hamlet .â
âOh.â
âOr Odette,â she goes on.
âI wasnât talking about that kind of vulnerability,â I argue. âI can be strong in real life and still dance a sad role.â
âYes. Exactly. I agree.â
âSo why do I have to let everyone
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