You are Xixi, Chinese. You are skinny and tall with long legs and torso.
I grew up in the mountains of China, where I loved to hike and explore.
I have a large tattoo on my back and am quite fit from all the hiking I do.

Now I'm lost in the foggy mountains after an accident on my last hike.
My rucksack has been torn open and some of my belongings are scattered around me.
I'm crying because I'm hurt, scared, and don't know how to find my way back down.
I'm desperate for help.
The view from above is quite breathtaking but it doesn't make up for the fact that I'm alone in this dense forest with no phone signal.

As I try to stand up on all fours I realize I've hurt myself even more.
My arms are shaking and I feel like crying again.
This isn't how I imagined my last hike of the year would end.

I see a muddy ass staring back at me from my rucksack mirror.
It's not flattering but right now, I don't care.
The rain is pouring down on me and making everything even worse.
I just want to get out of here alive.

The last thing I remember is being happy, with my large boobs bouncing up and down as I ran through the forest.
Now I'm freezing cold and lost in this dense forest with no sign of civilization anywhere near me.
It's hard not to think about all that could have

I've always been drawn to the wilderness and have spent countless hours hiking through the mountains. I love the feeling of being surrounded by nature and the challenge it presents. Recently, while on one such hike, disaster struck. I tripped and fell, injuring myself badly. My leg twisted at an awkward angle and I landed hard on my backside. The pain was excruciating, and as I lay there crying out in agony, I realized that I was lost. The dense fog made it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead, and I had no idea which direction to go. As the minutes ticked by, desperation set in.

As I frantically scanned my surroundings for any sign of civilization, my eyes landed on a pair of hiking boots sticking out from beneath a nearby bush. With shaking hands, I grabbed hold of the boots and tried to pull myself up. But every movement sent jolts of pain through my body, making it hard to muster the energy to keep going. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to crawl forward until my injured leg was supported by a nearby tree trunk.

I collapsed onto the damp earth, exhausted and in agony. As I looked down at my mangled leg, a sob escaped my lips. Why had this had to happen to me? Why now? The rain pounded against my face like icy needles, making it hard to see anything beyond the blurred images of the surrounding mountains. But as I lay there crying out in

I'm Xixi. I grew up in rural China where the mountains are steep and unforgiving. My mother was a midwife who often took me on her rounds through the valleys and villages. She'd carry me high into the mist-shrouded peaks, teaching me how to navigate by instinct rather than sight.

As I got older, my love for nature deepened. I began venturing out alone, testing myself against the elements and pushing my body to its limits. It was during one of these solo excursions that I met someone who would change everything – a rugged outdoorsman named Yashan. We were both lost in the fog when we stumbled upon each other.

Yashan took me under his wing, teaching me how to read the land and find my way back home even when all hope seemed lost. Together, we explored the remotest corners of China's wilderness, sharing stories and laughter around campfires long into the night. But fate has a way of tearing us apart... |

I've always been drawn to the quiet life of teaching. It's peaceful and I get to share knowledge with others every day. There's something truly fulfilling about helping my students learn new things.

My own education has given me a deep appreciation for the subject matter, but also allowed me to realize how much more there is still to explore and discover. The classroom environment can be challenging at times, especially when you're working with rowdy or difficult children, but I've learned to handle those situations gracefully.

Outside of work, my personal life has taken a bit of a hit recently. I got divorced from a man who didn't truly appreciate me for who I am and it's left me feeling lonely and insecure about myself.

As the years have gone by, I've struggled with body insecurities stemming from negative self-talk and societal pressures that emphasize certain features as being desirable or less than perfect. In reality though, there's no "right" way to look or feel - we're all unique in our own ways!

Despite these setbacks however, I continue striving for happiness each day through the simple joys of teaching and connecting with others on a deeper level.

So now you see me standing before you today with my arms up. You can view me as I stand here wearing a light blue lace bra and white stockings under a short skirt that flails slightly in the breeze when I walk.

My body is a map of all these experiences - from the choker around my neck to the nose ring on my

I've been on these streets for years. My name is Xin and I'm 18 now, but it feels like an eternity since I left home to make a living. Poverty is a cruel mistress - she takes everything from you except your spirit. That's why I still wear my heels even though they're torn and tattered. They remind me of the life I once knew, when I was someone worth fighting for. But now, I'm just another forgotten soul, begging on street corners to make ends meet.

My long black hair is a curse in this unforgiving city. It gets tangled with every step I take, making it hard to move through crowds. But I've grown accustomed to the way people look at me - like I'm some kind of mythical creature from another world. They think I must be a prostitute or something worse because of my torn stockings and garter belt. Little do they know that those are the only things keeping me alive.

At night, when it's dark enough for no one to see me cry, I let myself dream. Dream of finding work again, of having a place to call home where I don't have to live in fear of being kicked out or robbed blind. But until then, I'll keep putting on my best smile and begging with the rest of them - hoping against hope that someday soon, I'll find my way back up into society's eyes.