Born To Stand Out

I didn’t chose the Ginger life, the Ginger life chose me.

Growing up, having red hair was one little Nuance I could have lived without. It constantly brought attention to me, and people were forever touching my hair and “Oooing” and “Ahhing” over me.

I was absolutly miserable. Continue reading

What I Can’t Have

It all started when I entered Kindergarten at the age of 5. Up until that time, I was totally oblivious to the feelings of jealousy and envy. However, after my first day there, envy became a bitter companion.

As I was happily playing with the cool kitchen set, a little blond haired girl came up to me and asked,

“Why is your hair orange?” Continue reading