White women 5-10 years ago: Haha black women wear wigs cuz they have no hair and their hair is always ugly see we have naturally luscious Garnier™ hair and we wear extension pieces cuz we don't need weaves and all that extra stuff and ugh black women hairstyles are so Ghetto™ lol we can do flat ironed hair and wand curls and those are the only acceptable ones
Black women: *continue to do their own thing*
White women now, sobbing, throwing up: But who said white women can't wear wigs or have curly perms and why can't we wear the same braids and styles we degraded for decades and centuries why are black women so mean like what if we want to wear the Ghetto™ hairs too and change formulas in products and give established hairstyles new names after acting very much Christina Columbus about it plus we've struggled so much like other white women insult our hair if it's not perfect and that's black women's fault and one time a black girl said we have hair like straw after we called her hair a nappy piece of cotton it's just hair c'mon please let us do the Kardashian braids like we don't understand—
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CURLY CHRISTMAS
Confused Anton x blackfem! reader
Summary ; wherein Anton really loves your hair and wished you loved it too
Tags ; 4c hair, black girls, Anton blushing, giggles, Christmas decoration, etc.
warnings ; insecurities about hair
You had your hair put up into two buns, as a child it was something your mother did for you every time it was winter because you would fuss everytime she did braids. You tried doing edges for what seemed like an hour until you looked over and saw Anton staring at you in the doorway,
“Can I help you? You’re not just gonna stare are you?” You said annoyed more so at your hair then him. Anton smiled small, shrugging, “why do you hate when I look at you and you’re doing your hair?” He asked gently, crossing his arms over his chest. You shrugged at his question, “I don’t I just hate doing my hair sometimes”
Anton frowned, walking up next to you and kissing your cheek “but it’s so pretty” his voice was loud, as if you wouldn’t believe him if it was it’s usual tone. You hummed, finally finishing your edges. “You always say that an” you say happy that your hair is finally done. Anton admires your hair, petting your hair puffs.
“Don’t do that. If it comes undone you’re doing my hair until it’s perfect” you warn playfully, glaring at him. Anton chuckled at your attempt to threaten him, “I don’t mind doing that honestly, I told you I’d love to”
You scoffed walking past him as you went to the living room, the Christmas tree wasn’t finished being put up and the lights were sprawled everywhere, like a animal had been in here. “Anton! I thought you finished the tree!” You complained turning around to glare at Anton once again. Anton put his hands up in defense, laughing at your distress. “I did? I mean, I had it but you looked so pretty doing your hair- I had to come see you” he explained sweetly, making your heart swell.
You sucked your teeth, ignoring his incoming hug. “Get off! We need to finish the tree!” You say going to pick up the middle part of the tree which was on the floor. Anton pouted but helped nonetheless.
Thirty minutes of the two of you arguing and deciding who’s the best at Christmas decorations. You both decided that the tree looked perfectly fine and any other decisions to add on to the tree would be done tomorrow.
“Y/n” Anton started, sitting closer to you now. You turn towards him with a smug look on your face, expecting him to admit that your designing was better than his. “Remember when you asked me why I like your hair so much?”
“Nope, I don’t remember that” you said clueless to where he was taking this conversation. Anton swallowed nervously, fidgeting with his pajama pants. “It was awhile ago.. you asked why I would like your hair when you yourself don’t?” He recalled the conversation y’all had awhile ago, it was barely an argument but you remember being so upset towards him because he made a joke that your hair ‘shouldn’t take too long’.
“Anton, I told you—”
“No y/n, im sorry for saying that about your hair. I really think it’s so pretty and you should live your hair more, I know it’s not anything I’m used to but I promise I think your hair is just as pretty as you are”
Anton finished his words and stared at you who had been moved to tears. All of your other ex’s who happened to be the same color as you never appreciated your hair, they always made you wear straightened hair styles or glue on lace fronts but Anton always praised you no matter what your hair looked like, it made you feel seen and not as alone.
“You’re so gooey you know that?” You say not knowing how to take his compliment instead, you hug him dearly, showering his face with kisses as a thanks for always reassuring you.
“Now let’s take some pictures!” You say and Anton nods, getting up and taking his phone out.
xoxo, riea!
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