On Characters and Race

I might be drunk right now, but I just saw something very interesting and decided to take a weird step with my most closely guarded and important character.

I've struggled to define Anna in some ways for a very long time. The troubled young woman who fights (very literally) for survival in a world in which no one gives a shit whether she lives or dies. Since I was 18 (that's 4 years to you) Anna has been a skinny white girl. Now, you see this in a lot of teen lit- badass female characters are written as 'slight' or 'slender' or 'quiet' or basically physically fucking invisible. They're also often written as white. Non-caucasian characters are sidekicks, and 'sassy ghetto friends', etc. I'm in no way an authority on race and literature, and I'm also no authority on body image because I'm, I guess you could say, blessed with 'skinny privilege' because I happen to be kinda on the thin side.

Anna is my baby. She's flourished inside my head for many years, and she haunts my dreams and my sketches and my writing since the day she came into this world. And she's always been a skinny white girl. Why? Why do I reduce this powerful, enigmatic character to someone who is physically undermined. She's powerful- she's a fighter.

Like I said, I might be drunk, but I'm going to challenge myself to re-write this lady. I am white, and a part of me is afraid of writing her as anything other than caucsian because I know NOTHING of being non-caucasian, but lucky for me, she's written in a futuristic dystopia, so I guess I could try.  I don't know. I'll try, and I'll try to succeed into making a drastic change to the nature of this character because I believe I've been writing her all wrong all this time. This woman is powerful and misunderstood and unheard, and I want to write her so that she is understood, and so that she is heard, but not from the point of advantage in the Western society.

Tl;dr- I'm really drunk and I'm trying to contribute to literature in a different way.