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SNIPPET OF NEW STORY + ANNOUNCEMENT:
          
          If you're following me for the stories I'm writing (specifically for A MOTHER'S VIEWPOINT), I'd like to state that I'm rewriting the story because I think it's not fleshed out enough for me to coherently create a plot and post consistently. I won't take it down and I have no clue when I'll publish the rewrite (hopefully by the end of the year) but the chapters will definitely be longer (10,000+???) and more consistent (??).
          
          Now, for the story snippet because I want to share it but have nowhere to (constructive criticism + ideas for plot welcome!!):
          
          I saw an image of something horrifying.
          
          Mid-length black hair cascaded down my face, as I bit into chapped lips, watching as my muddy reflection mirrored the action. Wobbly knees creaked as I bent down and brought a finger to the puddle, allowing gentle ripples to flow through the small body of water. As I observed the foreign being I inhabited, all I could see was the wine red eyes that hung with dry bags of skin underneath. My clothes were tattered and holes poked through the thin cotton, baring my rail-thin body to the cold elements of the Japanese autumn.
          
          Dry. Dry. Dry, was every discoloured patch of my body, the old skin beneath my nails explained why. I felt an ache in my face as my muscles moved to form an expression of trepidation.
          
          The hustle and bustle of the highly dense streets of Musutafu rushed past, completely ignoring the malnourished child I took the form of. As I looked up at the grim sky, knees still squat, my eyes pricked with a bitter understanding.
          
          I was Shigaraki Tomura.

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Little rant here//
          
          First off all, no hate to the people who have done what i am about to complain about (I myself, have done this in the past), I'm simply just airing out my opinions. 
          
          Why do we feel the need to specify if the reader/oc is black? Why do we seem to always announce that there's a black main character? If the character was white, you wouldn't even need to specify the colour of their skin, you'd be able to find out through the context given (or some people might just assume). I know how back in the day there were really only white main characters, with their straight, blond hair and blue orbs. But there is no real need to highlight (almost glorify) that your main character is black.
          
          In my own humble opinion, representation-- especially of minorities and other underrepresented social groups, should be shown not told. Don't just rebrand an already existing character, slap a different identity on them, call it a day and claim you're making movements in representation (*ahem* Disney's new Ariel film). At least if you're gonna rebrand an already existing character, be creative, be original. Make them just as good as a character you would do to there white counterparts, because that's what we deserve, it's the bare minimum.

I gonna go rogue and publish a bunch of stories with no chapters

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