Everyone is going ginger and I feel indifferent
My virgin hair is weeping at Kendall Jenner.
When a trend hits close to home, it’s always fun.
Slowly but surely, every internet “it-girl” is turning ginger. Some may say I did it first, others may say differently, nonetheless, the auburn population is growing in representation.
Part of me is thrilled. Like the faux freckle movement, I’m able to follow a trend effortlessly and authentically. A fraction of my presence fits in with what’s “cool.”
The other part of me is, well as you saw from the title, indifferent.
I feel slightly territorial over my ginger mane. It honestly took a bit of lifelong convincing for me to feel proud to have red hair, pasty skin, and freckles (i.e. a Manor editorial from last year I did).
Every time a hairdresser, family member, or even a stranger told me I should feel lucky to have this hair color, that people would pay hundreds to get relatively close, I found myself having a hard time believing them.
I longed for the blonde and brunette hair of my peers, bushy eyebrows, and to not have to wear a rashguard at the beach with my friends.
I guess when they say ‘time heals all wounds’, they’re right. As dramatic as that just was to say, I definitely am becoming more and more comfortable in my own skin, slowly but surely.
My fair freckled complexion makes a shoe-in for supple, babylike skin, when everyone else is dying for retinol cream due to teenage sun damage. Thin brows are back in, and everyone wants to be a ginger.
Although I still long for the combination of tousled beachy waves and a tan that makes me look straight out of Cabo every day of the summer, comparison is truly the thief of joy. I’m happy that Kendall Jenner can go ginger without harboring any of my childhood resentment.
It’s hard being an influencer, truly.
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