I Am Not My Hair.

I can remember being in kindergarten and looking around at all of the kids around me and thinking that I was different. As time passed I figured out that my freckles and red hair were why I received funny looks and mean names.

I have been called every name you could possibly think of for someone with red hair. As I was growing up I began to hate my hair to the point that in third grade I begged my mom to let me shave my head, and so I did and I think at that point people were able to see "me" or so that's what I thought. I grew up hating my hair and wondering why I was "cursed" with being different.

I figured as I got older things would change but still to this day I get called things that I feel are attacking the way I look. Most times I feel like the only thing people notice about me is my red locks. Which makes me feel like why even try to be nice or have a personality because my hair apparently says it all. But like the title of this post says I AM NOT MY HAIR. I want people to notice me, I want to be remember for something other than my hair.

I have grown to realize that I love my hair, and that I love being different from everyone I know. I just want people to realize that it isn't right to make fun of the way someone looks, because that hurts someone to the core. It is something taken lightly at least not to me. I was born this way and I love it but if I get constantly mad fun of how do you think that affects my thoughts about my hair? People need to just be more conscious of what they say before they say it.


Oh yeah did I mention HAVING RED HAIR ROCKS!