![]() The endless name calling and ridicule became tiresome and not surprisingly I became paranoid, quick-tempered and defensive or as some may say fiery. ![]() Either way I found that people were unnecessarily cruel and over the years the bullying escalated from verbal harassment to physical abuse.Īlthough the physical bullying may have subsided, the verbal bullying never really stopped and as a result I spent the entire of my education feeling uncomfortable, anxious and on edge. I’m not sure whether you would class this as racism, I guess it’s like a form of racism but I would probably term it ‘hairism’ if there is such a thing. Being an August baby like my own daughter, I was one of the youngest students in my class and having only just turned four-years of age I found myself being targeted by bullies all because of the colour of my hair. Until starting Primary School I was completely unaware that my hair colour was an issue, in my eyes I was no different to anyone else. ![]() As the saying goes “you get what you are given” and in my case that just so happened to be ivory pale skin, grey-green eyes, rose-red cupid lips and thick, wavy ginger hair. ![]()
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