I am a redhead. A real, natural born redhead.
I love my hair.
It isn't as vibrant a red as it used to be, but it is still beautiful.
I used to hate it with every fiber of my being.
Growing up in the 70s, having red hair was an anomaly.
Add to that my Buddy Holly glasses and my old lady name of Ruth and I had the trifecta for getting picked on.
So, I wanted to be a blonde.
Nobody made fun of blonde girls.
Or so I thought.
Than I got older and got the whole
" Why don't you show me if you're a real redhead or not?" ;)
Just look at my eye brows and my freckles.
Later on, I learned some guys really had a thing for redheads.
Really weird after growing up feeling really out of place cause I was the only one in my whole town with really red hair.
It made me feel good.
Now, I don't care if you like redhair.
I like my red hair.
And if I have my dad's hair genes, I'll have this hair color til the day I die.