"That Precise Moment When I Realize 'Y/N' Wasn't Written for Me 👩🏾🦱👩🏾🦳🧑🦳👩🏾🦰👩🏾🦲👩🦲🧕🏾🧕👩🏼🦱🧑🦱👩🦱 and a Plus-Size Peoples"
"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"
What the helly??? ( ⁰▱⁰ )
You know... those fics where Y/N is supposed to be 'universal' but systematically has hair that harmoniously blows in the wind, pale skin that blushes, and tans?
Yeah... Let's talk about it.
"'Y/N has hair like a waterfall in the wind/ He runs his fingers through his silky hair —
" her fine/delicate face"
"they pale skin flushed slightly."
"His blue eyes sparkled."
where, bestie? (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻
Yes. That's how I often discover I'm just an extra in a story I chose to read myself? Me, with my hair that needs 2 hours of prep, an oil, a moisturizing spray, and a YouTube tutorial. ?
And then ಠ◡ಠ... I love it when authors think we all have the same hair density. Or that a 'messy bun' is a universal experience. Like, no, I can't just throw my hair back. It stays there, protesting. It needs an action plan, a meeting, a deep conditioning treatment, and some respect. Not just an improvised 'messy bun' at 7 AM before bumping into "Mr~Mrs. Love Interest."
Cause...
Breaking news my dears (.•̵̑⌓•̵̑) :
Not all hair types let themselves be caressed; with mine, I have to negotiate.
If you choose to write an x reader, an x Y/N, a neutral or universal reader... then write that. Not a character molded into a single form, not a fixed projection of what we've too often seen: thin, white or too white, pale-skinned, shy/too badass. Too feminine/tomboyish.Too much makeup/"oh my... Do you wear makeup every fucking day? I can't". And the most popular of all...Having "curves in all the right places."
(I have a long back. Now I do what? Huh?)
Because we don't need to have cascading hair to be worthy of a loving gaze.
We don't need to be small, pink, demure, or "delicate" to deserve a heart-squeezing romance.
We don't have to fit into a mold, damn it!
We just need to exist — truly — in your words. With our hair that doesn't necessarily shine in the sun, our skin that doesn't blush but gets hot, our bodies that take up space, our voices that don't always stay quiet. Our laughter that is not at all graceful. A "social laugh."
That's the beauty of an x reader: it's the silent promise that we can be ourselves... and still be chosen.
Without having to fit into a foreign silhouette, without having to silence our textures, our tones, our contours.
And if you can't write that, then say so. Don't offer us an illusion of ourselves.
Because we, too, deserve to have butterflies in our stomachs without having to disappear into skin that isn't our own.
We deserve to be loved without translation.
Love doesn't need filters. Just a gaze fixed upon us, as we are, that says: 'You. You are enough.'
And for those who still have doubts or who think that we are dramatizing everything today.
A very simple example. (I think you're at least up to par for that one. Right?...) :
"Her frail/thin/fragile body"→ A toxic equation between femininity, desirability, and smallness.
"She stumbled clumsily" / "She was clumsy, that's what he liked about her" → Too often a way of infantilizing the female character and erasing strength or self-control.
"She had this innocence that no one could ignore."→ Infantilization + idealized virginity = 🛑
"His voice, soft as a whisper"→ And the deep voices? The loud voices? The broken voices? Made invisible.
"She didn't know how beautiful she was." → Overused false modesty. What if you know you're hot? So what?
"Her thin/delicate face"→ Implies that an "acceptable" face is small, thin, almost childlike.
"Her long, silky, cascading blonde hair" → Makes all other hair textures, Length and colors invisible. What if I'm bald, huh?
