A Narrative Essay About Being A Ginger

Hey Kermit, try being red. Now that’s not easy. From birth until the age of twelve people everywhere, including the grocery store would approach me and begin petting my hair while repetitively complementing me with things like “you can’t get this color out of a box.” Being a ginger is not easy, and involuntary being a born a ginger is harder. Everyone always stereotypes gingers as being passive, sweet, and soul-less, but I believe being a ginger means we were made to stand out. (Question 1)

On a typical day as a red head I am bound to run into more than one awkward conversation. Growing up it was always the elderly woman that seemed to spot me out wherever I was and complement me on my “original” hair color. In middle school it was the boys who would always be the first to greet me with “good morning pumpkin head.” Now that I have gotten older my typical days are fairly normal. No old lady is going to come up to an eighteen year old and start petting her hair. My days consist of going to school, and having a basically

Walking down the halls I could hear the others saying, “ewe, look at her she has gingervitis” and asking me when I was going to be extinct. It was not very soon after that I started to hate my red hair. Julianne Moore even once said “nobody likes being different in first grade everyone called me freckle face strawberry.” Many names come with having red hair like tomato, little red, carrot top, and the best, ginger. Although I see ginger as more as a compliment than an insult. When high school came I began to embrace my red hair. Instead of despising it, I loved being in that two percent left in the world with natural red hair. Now day’s people treat me fairly normal because the world is adapting more to the uniqueness of red hair. In the past many red heads were seen as witches and killed just because of their red hair (Cass, 2003). It is safe to say I am glad red hair has adapted! (Question