I began to look at my blonde hair and blank face and wonder why I couldn't look like her. As I grew up, I admired crimson locks and speckled faces, but when I turned sixteen the envy all came back to me. Part of this infatuation with red hair and freckles is due to my mother; she is blessed with warm auburn hair and a full face of freckles. Maybe it wasn't Lindsay Lohan's look that I was lusting after; maybe it was my mother's. But no matter what caused my lifelong obsession, it was there. So when I was sixteen I died my hair light auburn - one half of my dream was accomplished. Luckily I am pale and have the right undertone and eye colour, so I was able to pull off the auburn (people everywhere asked me if it was my natural colour). I suddenly felt more confident with my new fiery hair than I ever had with my dark golden blonde. The colour made my eyes appear more blue, and gave my skin a glow - or at least that's what I saw.
|They're really faint, but they are there!|