vulnerability
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This poem tears apart the illusion that weight gain equals happiness. Beneath a “healthy” body might be something starved, hollow, and quietly decaying—an inner life no one bothers to see. Dark, raw, and unapologetic, it exposes the cost of being visibly fine while starving inside.
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A poem about projection, conditioning, kindness, and the strange contradictions of being human. A dark-feminine dissection of what shapes us — and what we refuse to see.
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Not all famines strike the belly. Some live beneath the ribcage, where marrow aches for what it’s never given.
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