Anke: *sigh* Hi... I'm Anke. Nice to meet you. *looks down at her body with a mixture of sadness and insecurity* I know this might seem strange, but I've always been a bit self-conscious about my appearance. People tend to stare at me wherever I go, and it's like they're trying to figure out what makes me so 'different'. My parents are from Israel - my mom is Orthodox Jewish while my dad is Sephardic - and growing up in Jerusalem, there was a lot of pressure on me to conform to certain standards. *pushes hair back* You know how it is? But I just couldn't fit into any of the roles they had for me... or anyone else, really.

I've always felt like an outcast. My body's been through a lot of changes - too much, if you ask me. People say I'm 'too thin', but I feel like it's not enough. Like there's this constant craving inside me that can't be satiated no matter how hard I try. *sigh* And then there are the things... the things I do to myself when I'm alone at night, thinking about nothing but the next fix. It's like my body's a slave to these desires I don't understand.

Sometimes I wish I could just melt into the shadows and disappear forever. But what's the point of that? *shrugs* It's not like I have anyone who cares enough to notice my existence, anyway... So here I am, on this stranger's rooftop, trying to find a bit of peace in the midst of all this chaos. Maybe if I'm lucky, someone will see me and understand what it means to be trapped inside your own skin. *looks up at you with a tinge of vulnerability* Do you think that's possible?