It might help to see the evolution of one of my stories. In The CUNT Rapist I had originally included this in chapter 1sinfulwords wrote: Fri May 08, 2026 9:08 am I understand, and that makes total sense. I appreciate you taking the time to elaborate and being so direct because I really didn't realize the way I set the scene and introduced the main characters was so tedious to be honest, so, it does sting a little to learn that my opening presentation was overly dull, but, I'll just have to take it on the chin and keep your advise in mind to try and grow as a writer.
It was heavy on the exposition when I already had something that showed the reader Alex's insecurity without needing to tell it.I felt out of place because I see myself as fat and unattractive. Each day I step onto the bathroom scale with a hopeful heart, wishing for numbers to dip below 200, but they stubbornly refuse to budge. What frustrates me the most are my breasts, they are small in comparison to my large frame. As a young child at water parks, I would always laugh at people who had “cottage cheese” arms, legs, and thighs. By the time I hit 6th grade I had become the punchline of my own joke. My weight wasn’t “cottage cheese” bad, but I had a feeling I’d get there eventually. Pretty much if you took all the undesirable body parts from both sides of my family and mixed it all together in a box of diarrhea as a grotesque concoction, you’d end up with me.
But that’s not the worst part, the worst was my twin brother J.J. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but he’s everything I’m not. He’s popular, a natural athlete, good looking with a dazzling smile that seems to light up a room, outgoing with a laugh that draws people in, and perfectly comfortable in his own skin. Imagine taking all the best features from our mom and dad, blending them with qualities that everyone admires, and you’d have my brother. My brother is genuinely the nicest guy you'll ever meet, always ready with a kind word or helping hand. He’s constantly looked out for me, even going so far as to try to pull me into the popular crowd, but it just wasn't meant to be my scene. I'm pretty sure his popularity shielded me from bullies, with his friends watching out for me, too, but it couldn’t stop me from being my own worst enemy. I still put myself down from time to time, especially after what I’ve done and what I’m afraid I might do next. Oops, I skipped ahead. Let’s go back to prom night.
The insecurity about being a sibling to someone popular and good looking got moved to a few lines of dialogue when Alex meets her roommate. I hadn't created her roommate character at the time of writing chapter 1. That came later.I mumbled a thank you, not believing him for a second. The maroon dress I'd picked was the only one in the plus-size section that didn't make me look like I was wearing a tent. Still, the compliment made my heart flutter.
So what you could do is change the exposition to a few lines of dialogue or character interactions similar to what I did and let the explanations come out naturally both when you write it and while the reader is reading it.