Personal Narrative: Redhead Stereotypes

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“Where do you get your hair color?” This has been an almost everyday question from my entire life. In a family with both parents being brunettes, I am a redhead. How does that work? No, I was not switched at birth. Which, often enough, I am actually asked. Red hair is gene that has passed down from my father’s side of the family. Luckily for me my hair makes my identity different from a lot of people, besides the other 2% of the redhead population. Redheads are only two percent of the population. I think that is riveting. Growing up I remember being a timid young child and always being questioned about my hair. One of my favorite questions was when people asked if they could touch my hair. Being young I was always uncomfortable …show more content…

This was all from the standard redhead stereotypes. I was nicknamed ginger by many peers. This never bothered me even so that I gave myself that nickname “Ginga Ninja”. Which that nickname still has stuck with me to this day. Being a “Ginger” means you have no soul. At least that is what everyone thinks. To answer the question of “do you have a soul?” I would answer “Yes, see all these freckles… They are all the souls I have stolen.” This typically was what made people laugh and not ask the question again. I was never ashamed of my hair so I never took offense to this. Although, some people like to put down redheads. I love my hair color and my identity of being a redhead. I truly believe I was meant to be a redhead because there is nothing more that makes me who I am. My name is Kellie, a different spelling for Kelly of course. Another reason I am unique. Kellie or Kelly is a very Irish name that correlates with my hair color. Since my hair and name mix together so does my identity. Growing up with a rare hair color and a name spelt uniquely taught me many lessons. Being different is what sets you apart from everyone else. What is the fun in being like everyone

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