I’m going to talk about hair. Don’t worry, it’s not about removing it or anything nasty like that. (I’ve already published that ‘scary’ post on Hallowe’en. ;))
I’m going to gush about my love for redheads and also share with you my struggle to accept my dark hair.
P.S. The redhead in the photograph is Anne Shirley (from Anne of Green Gables). Ever since I read some of the books in the series and watched the movies when I was in elementary school, I fell in love with her spunky, creative, witty, and easily provoked character. She was probably one of my first big feminist role models.
P.P.S. I’m like Gilbert Blythe staring at Anne.
Image Credit: http://officialanneofgreengables.wikia.com
For a long time, I’ve been smitten by those with flaming locks. Whenever I see someone with red hair, I’m always envious. And when it’s natural, heck, I’m awestruck! (I find it absolutely insane how some redheads get teased and called ‘Ginger’!)
Hair colour was a big deal to me when I was in high school. I always wanted red hair and asked God why he gave me dark hair instead. (I hated my dark hair back then. In very much the same way Anne Shirley felt cursed with having red hair and being called Carrots, I felt cursed with having brownish-black hair.)
So I went on a quest to achieve the perfect shade of red. First I tried dying my hair at home. Then, I took to the salon when my attempts weren’t perfect.
Although I loved Anne Shirley’s orangey-red tresses, it didn’t work with my skin tone. But I was determined to find the perfect shade of red.
I’ve sported nearly every shade of red at some point – from a dark cherry that’s only noticeable in the sunlight to a flaming fire-engine red. (I still remember going home after getting the latter done. My dad tried to hide his laughter, but couldn’t help asking me if it was fall already. It was summer. :P)
After a lot of frustration and disappointment, I stopped dying my hair in my final year of high school because I got frustrated when I would find the perfect red, but then it would fade really quickly. (I wasn’t keen on having to go for touch-ups often. My wallet also wasn’t keen on it.)
And a peculiar thing happened.
The dark hair I previously hated and tried to change at all costs became a colour I grew to accept.
And then I grew to appreciate it.
I still haven’t dyed my hair again since.
It’s not that I have anything against dyed hair. In fact, I regularly dye my mom’s hair. I’ve become more thankful for what I was born with. I no longer feel the need to be a redhead. And I no longer feel like my dark hair is a curse…haha! Actually, when I stopped dying my hair, I got lots of compliments on my natural hair colour. I was surprised!
It was a huge deal to go from loathing a part of myself to actually liking a part of myself.
Even though hair colouring is such a minute part of a person that isn’t nearly as important as things like beliefs and personality, I still consider my little inner transformation to be a proud accomplishment. It’s one step in the right direction toward liking myself more and improving my self-confidence.
These days, when I want to change up my look, I try new clothes, I put on a statement necklace, and I switch my nail polish. Instead of thinking, “What’s wrong with me?” and “I want what someone else has.”, I try to play up my strengths and be proud of who I am as is.
Of course, all this doesn’t mean that I no longer drool over redheads. I still think they’re so lucky.
Here are just some women who I think rock red hair beautifully:
Julianne Moore (Image Credit)
Debra Messing (Image Credit)
Emma Stone (Image Credit)
Lindsay Lohan (Image Credit)
Florence Welsh - (Image Credit)
What have you learned to accept and love about yourself? Do you dye your hair? What’s your ideal hair colour?