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I am a 19 year old mixed albino woman.
Let's talk about representation.
As an albino there are not many characters I can think of that have actually stated to have albinism. However, there are many characters I have been compared to.
I am an albino, I have the basic features of pale skin, white hair, violet eyes and when I was younger a tendency to wear more conservative clothing to protect my skin.
I grew up watching or reading about characters who had these traits described oddly. As if they were unnatural in their world for their looks and even more unnatural with the usual ice powers given to these characters.
My main comparisons in life were both for characters that fit into this area. Ice powered Elsa or evil/mean spirited Malfoys. Neither had/were claimed to have any of the visual impairment that tends to come with albinism.
I resented both comparisons growing up mostly because I was bullied for the very look that made Elsa iconic; the Malfoys villainous pursuits didn't help when bright cameras and school pictures showed my "evil" light effected red eyes. I was either demonic or lucky.
This wasn't my first experience with my peers' judgment on my name, my skin, my eyes and racial judgments to my person. Those that could "tell" I'm mixed and made comments such as sheeps fur to my dry curls. To late bus afternoon rides where Mya was made into Mayo. I preferred this treatment to that of my peers sudden discovery of my features in some type of content or character that isn't albino or doesn't have visual impairment that comes with it. I hated and resented their ignorance.
I hated how in science class-specifically in 7th grade- all eyes would turn to me as we read an article on albinism. How suddenly my peers had empathy, how I was questioned or interrogated all day by strangers. upi understand now in rural schools where the disabled was few, my peers had even fewer examples of someone who looked like me while having this visual impairment.
My peers and I had the same question: why couldn't I be normal?
One or the other. Disabled or different appearance. Why both?
I experienced a very positive type of representation or open discussion on social media.
I remember the moment very vividly, it was after school where I had a really good day and felt good. Didn't matter in the end. My parents were at work and I was bored. I was scrolling and stumbled on a man's post. He like me, was a mixed person with albinism. My world shifted because finally someone understood in every way possible, even the ways I couldn't comprehend at the time.
In a mere moment I was scrolling under the tag: albinism. Hearing and seeing so many stories that talked about experiences to day to day life. I remember crying very hard. No this wasn't the first time I've seen another albino but in those times it was a project about DNA and repressive traits, YouTube channels about being "unique", articles celebrating differences or someone talking about their favorite or a cool animal. This was talking about the disability or problems that come with the "cool" look from people with albinism. This was people sharing experiences not for some company profiting from speaking on it but for other albinos. This was people with albinism talking about albinism uninfluenced by others. It wasn't being shamed or removed, it was openly talked about.
It wasn't a scientist or researcher talking. It was a basic life experience.
That mattered .
It wasn't a YouTube video on being "special". It was the emotional challenges too.
That mattered.
I felt seen, not in a glass cage seen, not in a studied way but heard.
So when speaking on representation I think back to that moment when I felt seen by another person or algorithm that acknowledged what I experienced as a person because they felt the same. Not similar or alike. The same.
I think for many people who don't notice it, they don't need to. They Don't feel abnormal or "exotic". They blend perfectly into the crowd. They never prayed one day to be referred to as "average" or "normal" . Never thought about the ways one could "fix" their appearance, their mind, their very being. Don't understand the why. The: why would someone deliberately seek something with that particular information or representation.? The: why would you need to?
To that I say, to understand that you are "normal" , that these negative experiences you grow up with are not because of you- yourself- that there's nothing fundamentally wrong with you. That it's an unfortunate common experience for those that fit into minorities no matter how large or small it is. That the "unique" labels they place on you, are not all. To prove to those apart of any minority or community that live in very small or isolated areas they are not the problem. It's to feel that you are not stuck in one category your whole life and that you can do something. To not feel like an outsider, an outlier, abnormal or freakish. To know fully there is someone, many others that are like you. That it is hard for many of us, that we aren't alone. To look through books or TV shows or entertainment and see people like you just living. That the minority they are apart of or born differences are beautiful and ugly and that we are understood. That the category you were made into isn't everything and that you're not alone, that when others have tried to bully, harass, objectify, taunt, mock or generally degrade it is a universal frustration and disgust.
My push for representation, the push for representation from minorities everywhere, is the same push women have fought for to see smart women without male centeredness, the same burst of pride when hearing someone mention your home state, when your alma mater gets mentioned and you can speak of it. It's in everything.
i needto get this out of my system so IM SCREMAING INTO THE VOID OK
A REGECT SPOILERS UNDER CUTTT
Okay so hear me out
Hucklerobby with the song revolving door by Tate McRae. But specifically the lines "change my mind so much I can't find it, I work so much can't be reminded, life feels worse but good with you in it, supposed to be on stage (the floor) but fuck it I need a minute"
I NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE THIS INTO AN EDIT
Interesting math fact of the day #136:
the wiki page for 136 is sad, should we all add some cool facts?
Besties what is he gonna read?
(Edits will be reblogged I need a laugh)
I’m just gonna edit this when I add more. Usually there’s only one timeline of fanfiction I want to write for any given series. Not for this...
Divergent:
that’s not how bubble universes work and I stopped paying attention because it was stupid and dumb and I am aware canon has made a decision but it’s a ridiculous decision that undermines literally everything that has led up to this point and and makes literally no sense and also I stopped fucking paying attention because everyone was out of character and boring so I don’t even know what exactly I’m contradicting but that’s not how this works. That’s not how anything works.
If it were that simple it would never have been a thing because it would have ended the tinest fraction of a measurement of time after it began because time does not fucking exist there.
No. Just no. They’re in the Divergent universe until the Time Lords are like “Well. We’re doomed anyways so we might as well go get that idiot and see if he can kill the Daleks faster than he kills us because it’s not like we have anything to lose.”
Alternate 1:
the TARDIS says “FUCK YOU I’VE BEEN SENDING YOU THIS SOS MESSAGE FOR FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS STOP IGNORING IT” and just fucking slams herself out of the Vortex and lands herself on a ghost ship and then just starts yelling at the Doctor (in the Brigadier’s voice) to stop fucking around and go outside right this fucking instant!
Donna, Martha, and Rose are like O: because they were not aware that the TARDIS could do that.
Alternate 2:
Nine and Rose are in London when the “Disturbance™” occurs and they’re like heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy those guys look suspicious lets follow them and then Bertram collapses and they’re like ‘oh shit maybe they weren’t suspicious after all maybe they’re just injured’ and run over to help. The Doctor distracts the police while Rose helps them get Bertram to his feet and out of sight.
Alternate 3:
They better have. Help me, Serah Farron, you’re my only hope.
Alternate 4:
Charley kicks down the TARDIS door (but only for the sake of drama, the TARDIS was teaming up with her and they choreographed it so she didn’t actually kick her because the TARDIS loves her) and shouts “HEY DOCTOR GUESS WHAT WE’RE GONNA DO TODAY?!?!?!?!”
Alternate 5
Gwen cooper.
Alternate 6:
The sad dream :( :( :( :(
Nchuthnkarst:
just. absolute fucking chaos. Just for the pure fun of it. Everyone is confused except Zabni because she has lost the ability to give a shit about time except for where her friends dying is concerned. Thaddeus has a headache. whatstheirfaces are just. bewildered and writing everything down to study later. There are multiple instances of the Doctor and his companions including multiple instances of the Doctor and the same companions just a few days apart and everyone is flipping out and confused as fuck and the Doctor has a migraine the entire time because literally what the fuck is happening