|Family photo when I had just graduated high school. I am 18.|
Look at this family photo. What do you notice? Dad has very little hair…Mom and all my siblings have blonde hair. Which one is me? The red-headed girl.
Now, believe it or not, I didn’t always enjoy my red hair. When I was in middle school, the early 2000’s, everyone was dying or at least highlighting their hair blonde, even the blonde stripes. I joined. I wanted blonde–that was pretty, it was bright. Then, in high school, I went from those large chunks, to caramel blonde highlights and an-almost-maroon lowlight. I loved my hair. But, senior year, I don’t know what happened. I started to like red hair. So, I let my hair become natural again. My hair in the picture above is completely natural!
Now, we look at cartoons. Ariel was definitely a red head. Mirada, from Brave is definitely a ginger. There are obvious reds out there. And gingers are typically Irish orange. But me, yes I’m a red-head, but I’m more auburn–a darker, natural red.
As you can see in this picture, it is almost brown-ish. The hue of my hair doesn’t show very well, except in certain circumstances. Like, if I’m wearing green or purple, or if it is very sunny outside (in Wales, it was always overcast). So, if you study my hair closely, you can see I am a redhead. Or, if you see me in a poorly lit room, you will call my hair brown. This happened to me at the beginning of the semester. I had just gotten a new group of students and was showing them the first picture I showed you. I asked them what was different about me from the rest of my family. One kid said, “You have brown hair and the rest are blonde.” Brown hair. Now, no offense to those who actually have brown hair, but for someone who is a redhead, saying I have “brown” hair was a real let down.
I started following a blog done by a true ginger. I love the color of her hair–the orange-red tint it has. Whether indoors or outdoors, you know she is a ginger. She commented on one of my posts saying, “We gingers have to stick together!” But, it is hard with me. People don’t see that I am a red head unless they actually look. Or, if I have an amazing photographer like I did for my wedding!
She made sure to capture my red in the sunlight and show the world that yes, I truly am a redhead. Although it may not look it most days, I am a red head. Upon further examination, you will see I have all the traits of a redhead: green eyes, pale skin, and freckles. And, thankfully, this summer I am freckle-ing like crazy! All over my arms, legs, and even face. I haven’t had this many freckles since like 10th grade! It’s really helping me to cope with my “sometimes” red hair disappearances.
So, to those of you who say that I am not a true ginger, or a even a redhead at that, I just give you a small, pitiful smile, because, I understand your plight. True, most days my hair has this tint to it:
But, then again, sometimes, even in a darkly lit room, you will know for a fact that I have red hair:
So, to all those gingers and redheads out there, I am one of you. I am part of the club. I just have to hope for sunlight to shine my brilliant red in everyone else’s face who dares to call my hair color brown!