Hair is a funny thing. One is never happy with the hair they were born with, and most people complain about the hair they have, and wish they had someone else’s hair. This is most assuredly true for those of us born with red hair.
I was born with orange red hair according to my Mum, and then at some point when I was still an infant, it all fell out and grew in a dark red. And it was curly. Unruly. It didn’t matter what I did with my hair, it was always looked like I had just come out of a jungle, all wild and crazy. I always looked like one of those feral children, who had been raised by wolves, or tigers, and had never seen a brush. So, for the first part of my life, my hair was kept very short.
Because of my red hair, I was doomed to wearing blues, browns and greens. I was never allowed to wear really bright colors , because they would clash with my hair. While all my friends in school were allowed to wear pink, I was stuck with wearing the most somber of colors. I hated that! It wasn’t until I was about 17, I was said “Poo on it, I am wearing pink, because I like pink.”
And kids were merciless with the insults when I was a kid. No one insulted the brunettes or the blondes about their hair. And when “South Park” came out and said “Gingers had no souls”, I can tell you that incensed me so much. And I had freckles to go with the red hair. Lots of freckles. I was asked by a kid (when I was adult), if I had some kind of skin disease, because I had so many freckles. Other jokes I have heard over years are “You could play connect the dots with your freckles”, and “Do your freckles ever blend together and become a tan?”
That’s some crazy hair – gotta love those glasses!
But then a funny thing began to happen when I hit my thirties. My hair started getting lighter and lighter. It went from auburn, to a light strawberry blonde to a platinum blonde. And this has been disconcerting for me, to say the least. Because now people refer to me as not the “Tall redheaded lady”, but as the “Tall blonde lady”, which is so weird. My Dad says my hair has adjusted to fit my personality. Ha-ha, what a funny guy! I miss my red hair, now that it is gone. I have tried dying it back to red, but it always washes out in a matter of weeks. Apparently red hair does not hold dye. It turns out though, I am kind of in a cool group now, because everyone wants to have the same colored hair as Khaleesi off of “Game of Thrones”. My English Buttercream Golden Retriever and I have the same colored hair now.
I still have freckles (I was told these would fade as I became older) – they haven’t. And my hair is still unruly, but at least it isn’t falling out. I suppose I should be grateful for that.
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