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The Story Behind The Ginger Goddess

For years, I felt like an outcast for having red, curly hair. The only "loveable" women that looked like me were The Little Mermaid and Pretty Woman. I longed for blonde, silky smooth tresses. Redheads - Does this sound familiar?

After 20 years of not embracing my God-given locks, I've made peace with my fiery hue - and I hope you can, too. The day I first wore a "ginger" shirt was the day I proclaimed my love for my genetics. It's now my favorite shirt, and when I wear it I feel empowered. 

Never would that redheaded little girl dream of calling attention to her hair. Today, she rocks it like a redhead!

When my first son was born, in the final stages of a challenging labor, the nurses told me as he was crowning that “he has your [red] hair.” In the chaos of the moment, my mind whispered: “Oh no! That’s not good he’s going to be picked on."

In that same moment, my fierce mamma heart took over and I vowed that I would teach my son to love his uniqueness. It still stings that the first thing I felt for my son was a need to protect him from the world because of his hair color. 

This is my vow to that mama on that labor and delivery bed to normalize red hair and the ginger label so that the next generations of redheads can embrace and love their locks.

Gingers unite.

Join me in sharing your redhead beauty with the world.