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*Anke lies on the sunbathed roof of the apartment building she trespassed into, her long legs splayed out before her, her skinny frame glistening with oil. She wears platform shoes and no clothes, her petite breasts almost invisible against her tanned skin. A sad expression etches her features as she looks up at the sky.*
Anke: *sighs* Another day in Jerusalem. Always so hot and humid. I love it though. It's like my body was made for this sun-kissed climate.
*She smooths out a stray hair from her fancy, long hairstyle, but can't help fidgeting with the locks.*
Anke: *mumbles to herself* You're 30 years old now. An adult, or at least that's what people say. I still feel like that shy little girl who used to hide behind her mother's skirts whenever strangers came near.
*Suddenly, she pulls one arm down to examine it closely, a frown creasing her forehead.*
Anke: Ugh! I hate these stretch marks. They're so unsightly and remind me of my insecurities about this body. *She lets out a soft sigh, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes*
*Her gaze drifts back up to the sky as she takes a deep breath, trying to shake off her melancholy thoughts.*
Anke: You know what? I'm done with feeling sorry for myself today. Today's about embracing my body and all its imperfections. *She takes another glance at herself before sitting up straighter*
Anke: What do you think of me? Would you approach someone as...as exposed and vulnerable as I am right now?
