Erinda
I am the only redhead in my entire family. Before I was born my mother yearned for a redhead girl as did my father. Low and behold they got what they had wished for. I hated my hair like no other, all throughout my childhood. Being different seemed like the most horrid curse of all. I am also 6'1" so there is much to have me stand out.
I loathed my hair colour and cut it all off, dyed it hot pink, brown, blonde, purple. Just anything to get away from it.
As a child, no one really made fun of me fiercely. But I do suppose I was called "Carrot Top," and "Pipi Long Stockings," in 4th grade. My middle school and high school basketball coach always lovingly called me "Big Red."
Many people loved and said they wished they had been graced with my colour of hair. Still do.
About 3 years ago I started to love my hair with a passion. I cut out the fake colour and grew it all out down my back. I had finally realized it was what God gave me for a reason, to set me apart from the rest.