i am a redhead. 100% natural, virgin, never touched by dyes or chemicals redhead. and darn proud of it!
however, this was not always the case. when i was a kid, i was picked on relentlessly about my red hair. there were pokes, jokes and rude and downright dirty names. friends would play connect the dots with my freckles. i was different, and the other kids at school made sure that i knew it. because of this, i hated my hair for a long time.
it wasn't until i was halfway through high school before i realized that being different didn't have to be bad thing. in fact, it was a good thing! as i grew older, the same people who picked on me in grade school for having "frizzy orange hair" were now jealous of my coppery curls. strangers would ask me to cut a lock for them to take to their stylist to match color (weird, i know). once i hit my twenties, i fully embraced my gingerness. i realized that this was actually something i had over other women now, as i had always been intimidated by my own gender. i felt...empowered.
i hope that someday i have a redheaded child so i can teach them at a very early age that their hair is beautiful, no matter what others say. that freckles are nothing to be ashamed of, they only give your skin more character than others. i hope to help them see that being different is what makes you interesting and that one day they will grow to appreciate their own little quirks, just as i did. :)
so in other words, redheads are beautiful :)