stigma [body limbs collection]

thighs

blowing up like balloons,
but never easily popped.

down to eating teaspoons,
the weight slowly dropped.

stuck in endless typhoons,
the hunger never stopped.

forever starved and doomed,
my mind completely blocked

from the voices of reassurance,
the touches of comfort and love.
this is the only way to be like the ones in cartoons.
this is the only way to pop my balloons,
to pop my thighs.