I identify as black. My white family identifies me as mixed-race. Clinging to the mixed
When I speak out about black lives matter, all of the sudden my comments are filled with reminders that I am white. I wasn’t white when kids in high school were calling me Nigger, I wasn’t white when my boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn’t have sex with him because “I thought she would fuck because black girls put out,” I wasn’t white when I was told my boobs were small because, “black girls have small boobs,” I wasn’t white when I was told I was curvy in high school because, “black girls have curves,” I wasn’t white when my college cheer coach became mad because my unrelaxed hair wouldn’t spiral curl, I wasn’t white when I was told that I was fat by all the white girls in college because my body wasn’t shaped like theirs.
I may be afforded many privileges in life because I am white-passing, and yet my body was still hyper-sexualized and scrutinized for being a black woman’s body. Therefore, no I am not white and I will continue to speak up when it comes to the injustices faced by black people.
Celinde Schoenmaker, West End: Spiral curls, flat crown, front hair twisted over the temples and gathered in the back. Small curls over the forehead.
Celia Hottenstein, Restaged US Tour: Big, wavy curls, front hair twisted over the temples and gathered in a bun at the crown.
Daniela Braun, Oberhausen: Big, loose curls, more curly at the bottom than at the top, and top layers more curled than the lower layers. Front hair twisted over the temples, ends hanging loose. Small curls over the forehead.
Kristi Holden, Las Vegas: Tight ringlet curls, front hair twisted over the temples and pinned down, tightly twisted. Small curls over the forehead.
Unknown, Moscow: Big, loose curls, wavy crown, front hair looped over the ears/temples, ends hanging loose. No curls over the forehead.
Emilie Lynn, World Tour: Big, bouncy curls, wavy crown, front hair looped over the ears/temples, ends hanging loose. No curls over the forehead.
IMAGINE COMING HOME TO FIND STILES CURLED UP ON TOUR SOFA
You had spent all day writing chemistry notes with Lydia. You thought it was quite strange you hadn’t heard from Stiles, he usually text you the minute he got up and all throughout the day. He was probably just busy you thought to yourself.
When you finally got home you were excited to get some rest.
You were walking through your living room when you heard a snort. You quickly spiralled to see Stiles curled up on your sofa.
“Stiles, how long have you been here?”
He started to drift in and out of consciousness.
“mmhhm” he moaned half asleep,
you decided to just let him sleep and cuddled up next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his stomach.