I hated my hair as a teenager. Hated it with a passion!
Why would I want the one feature that makes you stand out from EVERYONE else?
“Linda… You know, the one with RED hair…”
From about 14 yrs of age I tried to dye it brown, blonde…even black once, but with no luck. “Red is such a strong pigment” the hairdressers cheerfully told me.
I learnt to suck it up and get over it. Couldn’t dye it, didn’t really want to shave it all off!
Now Megan has the same hair and I love it. How does that work?
I brush it and look at all the colours in it: red, blonde, gold, brown.
I look at the way the sun makes it shine and change from light to dark and everything in between.
She doesn't know her hair colour is a minority and often the butt of unsavoury nicknames (I can deal with blood-nut, but stop people at ranga. Seriously, who wants to be called a primate?)
Maybe she will love being different and smile with pride when oldies tell her they’d kill for hair like hers…