Posted on September 19, 2012
Growing up, often you are drawn to those qualities or physical attributes in people, which you don’t possess yourself. In my case, I was always secretly stealing glimpses across the classroom or the playground at the only red haired girl in our class. Her looks bewildered me; flaming red tangled hair, beautiful pale almost translucent skin and freckles on her face for every star in the Milky Way.
I was often teased at school, not for the colour of my hair, but for the dark tone of my European skin. She was also taunted fiercely about the way she looked from the other, more generic Anglo-Saxon looking students. I can’t remember her name, but I bet she is a true beauty today after blossoming into all her womanly magnificence.