Being a red-head can be a curse or a blessing.
For most of my life, I thought it was a curse. Pale skin, freckles, red-hair and blood that is extremely tasty to mosquitos. Oh and the constant, incessant teasing from people. I do recall being followed down the street by groups of boys commenting on how ‘ugly’ red headed girls were, and how they would never go out with one. This also happened on the bus, in the cinema, in night clubs…pretty much everywhere. I even got it from the female species. How I loved being heckled by so-called ‘bronzed, blonde Aussie goddesses’.
Well, a few years ago I decided that enough was enough. I decided that I liked my hair colour – and so did everyone else, as why else would everyone be dying their hair red (even the blondes). I also decided that I was pretty. As one friend recently put it ‘the guys were always eyeing off Janine and she never noticed or thought it true. But it was true!’ Thanks Karina : ) Seriously, I never did notice!
So, today I celebrate my red-headedness.
What would you like to celebrate about yourself today?