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Yup, that's me. ;) I am nineteen years old and I love to read and write. I'm not as good as I'd like to be at writing, but I have been working on it.. I spend alot of time dreaming up characters and plots, but I always seem to be at loss for words when I try to write them down. Like I said, I'm trying to work on it. ;)
Some of you may have noticed that I took down both of my stories. I recently took a few moments to read them and I was horrified at how obvious the plot was, and how simplistic the entire thing was. I'm not likely going to repost either of my stories again, simply because I cannot bring myself to sacrifice one of my favorite original characters to any plot that is doomed for failure, and I have lost the motivation needed for such a project.
My Avengers fic was originally only going to be a one shot, but a reviewer commented that it should be continued because it isn't really a complete story. I wanted it to be a one shot because I know how horrible I am at updating, but I obliged. Believe it or not, I have actually been working on the next chapter, despite that fact that I haven't updated in months. I will get to it eventually, I just don't like to post things that I didn't put any effort into. If you happen to follow that fic, then don't give up hope! :) I would love for people to PM me with thoughts and ideas, it's quite likely I may use one! I do have a general direction I want to go in, and a few plot twists to add in, but I love always love inspiration. :)
More than writing, I love editing and reviewing other individual's work. So send me a message if you want me to beta for you! I can promise I would be dedicated to any reasonable deadline you would want me to meet! ;)
This was something I was inspired to write after encountering bullying that targeted red heads. All of it is true. I did meet that little girl, and people have said those things to me. I am fully against bullying, for any and all reasons. This piece is personal, and I apologize if it offends at all for whatever reason.
I never thought that much about being bullied because of my hair color. I didn't really even think that people were bullied for having red hair. It wasn't until I met a little girl with bright red (cutely curled and quite frizzy) hair and a smattering of freckles on her cheeks did I even begin to think on it. I met this little girl when my parents took my sister and I to dinner with a friend my Dad had gone to school with. I remember how, when the waitress brought us to our table, the little girl purposely slid in next to me. Throughout the meal she was talking and smiling at me, seemingly acting like any other talkative little girl might. It wasn't until later, when her mother took her to the bathroom, and then her father commented on the fact that it was really nice for her to have another red head to talk to, because of how much she gets bullied. Looking back at that, I could see how she was clearly fascinated by me because of my hair, and how she wanted me to love her. I couldn't believe that anyone would want to make fun of such a cute and sweet little girl, just because of her hair color. I wanted to hug her and tell her to be proud of her hair. I wanted to say that those people are only saying those things because they are mean, spiteful, and maybe even a little jealous that they aren't as unique as she is. In a way, I wanted to cry.
As a child, I don’t really remember specific incidents in which I was targeted by bullies because of my hair color. As a college student, I have learned that many of the things that were said to me were actually derogatory; I just was confident enough in myself and had good enough friends to stand by me that it didn't really matter. I can vaguely remember incidents in which terms such as “ginger” and “carrot top” were thrown around. At the time, I didn't think anything of it. This was partially due to the fact that, as I previously stated, I had good friends and I had confidence in myself, but it was also partially due to the fact that I didn't really understand that the terms were meant to be derogatory. Looking back at the people who said those words, I know that some of them didn't mean for the words to be insulting. I’m also fairly certain that some of those people did mean for those words to be an insult.
Even though I didn't get called names, or teased directly like that little girl I met, I have been victim to the typical stereotypes (more so as I have gotten older and have been exposed to more sexual humor). I can’t tell you how often I have heard someone comment on how I must have a fiery temper (meaning I get angry easily, and/or when I am angry I can be terrifying). Perhaps the most demeaning and infuriating thing I've been told (multiple times I might add) is that I must be great in bed, because “all fire-crotches are”. Now, I don’t know how other people feel, but I personally don’t care to discuss sex with random people. I particularly don’t like being asked about my “fire-crotch”. I don’t want to tell you if I shave my lower regions or go ‘au natural’. I don’t care if you think it is funny. I don’t care if you think it is just a joke. It is insulting, embarrassing, annoying, and infuriating. My life is my own, you have no right to poke fun, comment in that way, or ask such personal questions to a near perfect stranger.
On a more positive note, I would like to point out that I have met many people who give me compliments on my hair. I can even remember getting compliments as a little girl. I still get random strangers who look at me and tell me how they wish they had my hair, and how it is really beautiful. I love these people, because they, in my area at least, far outweigh the people who make derogatory comments. They brighten my day, and make me proud to be a red head, regardless of the spiteful individuals who ought to think before they speak.
I was not bullied as a child for having red hair, not really anyway. I was teased, but it never got so bad that I could call it bullying. I am proud to have red hair. As I have grown in self-confidence, I have learned that my hair makes me feel beautiful. It makes me feel like I can stand up and stand out. My hair makes me different, and I am glad. I hope that one day those people who bully red heads realize their error, and seek out forgiveness from those they bullied. I hope that those kids who were and are being bullied, because of the hair color or for any other reason, realize that they should talk to their friends, family, and teachers about the bullying. I hope that they realize they are special, and don’t deserve to be treated in that way. I hope that they will learn, on their own or with help, to be confident in themselves and their choices, and to look at the world with optimism. I hope they will learn to be curious, and to try new and different things. I hope they learn that it is okay to be different. I hope they learn it is wonderful to just be their selves.
From one red head to any other, don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't beautiful, or handsome, because of your hair color. You are special, surround yourself with people who accept you for who you are, and live life with a smile on your face. :)
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